Drip.

Blood trickled from the part of his neck where the blade touched.

Holding his breath to avoid being cut, Silver Wolf Sword felt cold sweat mix with the flowing blood, his body stiffening.

How did it come to this?

Forcing his trembling gaze downward, he looked at the woman before him.

The woman pointing a sword at his throat—

Namgung Bi-ah, the Sword Dancer.

Silver Wolf Sword’s brow gradually furrowed as he stared at her.

‘How?’

How did this happen?
When had she come this close?

A moment ago, she had been far away. Yet, the instant he …