The weather was oddly pleasant.

A slightly chilly breeze blew from the sea, carrying the faint scent of salt. The evening sky held a curious blue hue, neither bright nor dark, immersing those passing by in a tranquil mood.

But for those gathered here, the beautiful weather had little significance.

Parang was the first to arrive in Ulsan.

Strictly speaking, the first arrivals were the preliminary team dispatched by Silo to set things up.

Parang wore a bodysuit under her neat suit, just in case. Her attire indicated the gravity of the occasion; she looked like an actor preparing for …