"Youngin...!"

Cheongho felt Youngin in that gentle glow.

It held a shadowy, dark aura, so faint it was hardly fit to be called light, yet it felt warm.

Within Black Tiger’s performance and Yebeomyeong’s song, that aura grew clearer and clearer.

Long ago, when he learned counter-channeling from Youngin and watched the flow of qi he handled, Cheongho felt a surge of longing.

Cheongho, as a tiger-clan scion and as a human, had many close friends, but for Youngin, Cheongho had been the first friend.

—Will you stay by my side as my friend?