White wind roared around them.

The once-peaceful city began to crumble from its edges. The world that had once been full of color slowly lost its hue. Buildings collapsed, asphalt buckled and cracked, and the very air quivered with an ominous tension. The world was falling apart—all because of the death of one person.

In the midst of this collapsing world, Sayoung gently cradled the body he held in his arms. The lifeless form swayed helplessly with his movements. He wanted to pull the sword from Uijae's chest, but he didn't want to cause any more pain—even though this wasn't …