Choice – Chapter 8

The two stood with dumbfounded expressions. The intermittent, misty rain fell through the rapidly disappearing illusory world.

‘They’re really strong! Are these Sages?’

Only the expression ‘overwhelming’ was appropriate in describing the enemy’s level of strength and aura. San and Biyeon felt suffocated. Their bodies trembled on their own. With his lips tightly closed, San looked alternately at the three people in front of him. He stopped on the person sitting in the middle. 

The man, who was over two-and-a-half meters tall, was sitting on a large tombstone with one knee propped up on the tombstone. Dite’s pale, white neck was held like a toy in his right hand, naturally stretched forward in his hand with his upright knee propping his arm. Dite was shaking like a ragged doll. Her feet were dangling above the ground and one side of her chest was exposed through her torn clothes. She had her eyes open, but her eyes were out of focus.

“Why?” asked Biyeon. 

This was a question that had several mean...