Gal Cheon-rip slowly lowered his head to look at his chest.

A faintly glowing white sword was embedded more than halfway through. The tip of the blade had likely pierced through his back, protruding visibly.

Despair, fear, frustration, rage—

A whirlwind of emotions flashed through his eyes in an instant. But the most dominant of them all was undoubtedly shock.

“You…”

His lips parted with great effort.

However, his trembling jaw made it impossible to string his words together. Instead, red blood began to flow from his mouth.

“You…”

The blood welling up in his throat blocked his voice.

Ungeom, …