"...Hyung!"

Sa-young forced his unresponsive legs to move. He couldn't let him go—not like this. He had to stop him. He couldn’t believe the promise to come back. His mind swirled with countless thoughts as he chased after the disappearing figure, stomping over the scattered books on the floor. His body wavered.

Sa-young was certain—if there was anyone who knew Cha Uijae better than anyone, it was him.

Thud. His shoulder collided with a bookshelf, sending books tumbling down. Sa-young didn’t care and pressed on. His damp eyes blurred his vision.

But what about the hero?

There were many who claimed to know the hero. J’s stories were countless. A hero who saved countless lives and brought stability. A hero who faced countless monsters and left behind records. A selfless hero who leapt into the Rift in the West Sea without hesitation. A hero who returned like a miracle when everyone thought he was dead. A hero who was the first to enter the battlefield and the last to leave it.

But people didn’t know Cha Uijae.