A thousand years of life.  

For a being like Crimson Abyssal Flames, such an immense span of time felt both monumental and mundane. Yet, for the first time in those millennia, he felt something deeply unfamiliar—discomfort.  

What was happening?  

Was this some kind of cruel joke? A divine prank?  

If it were punishment for living complacently, then surely this game had gone too far. If not, then he might just incinerate the human standing before him, soul and all.  

"How amusing."  

Facing Baek Yuseol, who held a sword that glimmered like moonlight, Crimson Abyssal …