A familiar voice sounded out. Lee Jun-Kyeong looked over to see who was the owner of the voice in the midst of the raging flames.

It was a mana that he hadn’t been able to sense on the way here.

‘Wait, over there.’

“Mr. Lee!”

Jeong In-Chang, who was calling for Lee Jun-Kyeong again, stood.

He looked horrid, with burn marks all over his body, and scratches all over his greatsword.

“Goongje…”

He held a wounded princess in his arms.

“What the…”

Lee Jun-Kyeong was about to ask what the hell had happened for Jeong In-Chang to look that way when the sight of people standing behind Jeong In-Chang soon caught his eye.

“...”

Some were trembling uneasily behind the Hunter, while some were staring back at him with a firm gaze. It was the survivors and the White Tiger Clan.

“If I had known this would happen…we were just trying to gather here to come to see you…” Jeong In-Chang said while rubbing his nose as he looked over at Lee Jun-Kyeong.

Lee Jun-Kyeong could feel the rage that was about to burst out slowly begin to cool down.

“Well, here’s your welcome party,” Jeong In-Chang said.

Won-Hwa, Fenrir, and Hyeon-Mu weren’t with them, it just seemed as...