Wi Seol-ah and Namgung Bi-ah are fighting.

It wasn’t exactly surprising.

Even in this life, they had sparred a few times.

Not often, but enough that I’d seen them cross swords now and then.

The results had never been clear.

Those spars weren’t about deciding a winner—they were about sharpening their blades against each other. Neither of them had ever been truly serious.

It was always just practice.

That’s why I hadn’t given it much thought this time either.

‘A quick spar, nothing more.’

Or so I’d assumed.

Screeeech—!!
Crackle—!!!

“...”

Something had gone terribly wrong.

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