Yeomyeong flexed his fingers and checked his breathing.
His twisted organs had begun to pulse again, and he could feel his dislocated bones snapping back into place.
Which meant one thing: there was no need to keep listening to bullshit about being 4,000 years old or whatever, no need to stall for time.
He gripped his sword in his right hand, staff in his left, and glared at the Titan.
“I can’t comprehend it. Even if you're a star, once you've fallen to Earth, you should follow a human lifespan—”
Yeomyeong pointed his staff at the one still spouting nonsense.
And instead of using the mana within his body, he pulled in the warped mana overflowing in the air and wove it into a repulsive spell.
