The faint chirping of insects echoed along the quiet mountain path. It was the hour when the twilight lingered, just before the moon rose.

The blue forest was bathed in an orange glow from the setting sun, the light gradually dimming as darkness prepared to take over.

In this serene forest, Ilcheon Sword walked calmly, his steps measured.

He scanned his surroundings as he moved. There was almost no sign of life. The silence was so profound that it felt unnatural.

Even more unsettling was the subtle, almost imperceptible tension that gnawed at his senses, setting his energy detection on …