Drip.

Tea spilled from the table, pooling on the floor.
Above it, droplets of blood fell one by one.

The room, devoid of light, was pitch black, illuminated only by heavy breathing and faint groans.

“Guh… uuugh… ugh…”

The groans belonged to Bumdong, the commander of the Flying Dragon Division.
Collapsed on the floor, he bled profusely from his hands and mouth.

“Ugh… guh…”

His eyes brimmed with terror and disbelief.
His body trembled uncontrollably, as if seized by overwhelming fear.

Before him, someone bent their knees.

The owner of glowing, azure eyes.

Gu Yangcheon’s brilliant blue …