Tang So-yeol was still at the stage where she could count the number of times she had died.

As sweat drenched her trembling body, the Shadow King spoke.

“Do you know what you fear most?”

The master of the night.
The king of assassins.

The man closest to death himself posed the question, and Tang So-yeol raised her head.
What was she most afraid of?

“…Is it death?”

Death.
The end of life.

Thinking this might be the answer, she replied, but the Shadow King, maintaining his usual impassive expression, said:

“Wrong.”

The punishment for a wrong …