The thick, sweet scent clung heavily to Uijae’s lungs, filling the dark space. It was nearly enough to drive him mad. The liquid pooling on the floor was likely Sa-young’s blood. The clothes Uijae wore, provided by the Wave Guild, seemed to offer some protection; they were soaked but not corroding. That allowed him to embrace Sa-young’s trembling body without hesitation.

The clinking of chains echoed loudly. Sa-young’s ragged breathing and groans brushed against Uijae’s neck. Fortunately, there didn’t seem to be any wounds on his head. Uijae gently threaded his fingers through the tangled, sticky strands of Sa-young’s hair.