A tremendous aura reverberated throughout the surrounding area before seemingly blanketing the space. The ground seemed to boil and roil. All this came from the overwhelming fighting spirit and violent aura unleashed by San and Biyeon. It was a force of nature or personality that would ring out like an unfiltered, hearty laugh or an uncontrollable, violent orgasm.

San pointed his sword downward and flicked off the blood on it by gently tapping the sword’s tip on the ground. Blood flowed down his arms. An observer wouldn’t have been able to tell whose blood it was. The sticky blood flicked onto his pants. A sweet smell lingered in the air. An uncontrollable desire also roiled through the surrounding air.

San controlled his breath. He visibly gulped. He felt as though he could taste the salty and fishy smell of blood in his mouth. His body was crying out in pain. Biyeon took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. The ends of her fingers were finely shaking. They had reached the limits of their mental and physical limits. No, they had gone above and beyond their limits and over-used their physical bodies. Using her rifle’s strap, Biyeon swung her rifle behind her shoulder. While walking, she started pulling out the bits of sword and arrowheads that had lodged in her sides and legs. Her blood momentarily flowed out from her wounds onto her torn and flimsy leather clothes before the bleeding stopped. Was it because of the sun? The blood looked closer to purple than red.

With a backpack on, San also started pulling out bits and pieces of...