“There really seems to be no end to them?” Jeong In-Chang said as if he was appalled.0

There were so many people bustling about that even the subtle sounds of their breathing sounded like collective thunder.0

“Just how many people are there?” Jeong In-Chang continued to ask Lee Jun-Kyeong, who stood quietly.0

In the end, Jeong In-Chang muttered again to himself, “I mean, there’s no way we can know, right?”0

He turned to watch the procession once again. It was so vast it was worthy of the word incredible. Countless people were following along, led in front by Sangun and Fenrir.0

As they endlessly trudged forward, each person represented a survivor of Korea who was saved from hiding.0

“I think it’s over a million,” Lee Jun-Kyeong finally said.0

Jeong In-Chang nodded in response as the number was reasonable, considering the masses of people before them.0

No, it was more than reasonable.0

“It could be even more than that,” he said in awe.0

As the endless procession continued forward, they walked forward to the gate opened by Lee Jun-Kyeong. Fenrir and Sangun now stood on both sides like gatekeepers guarding the gate as the survivors entered the gate between them.0

“I guess Lady Ungnyeo really is amazing,” Jeong In-Chang commented.0

Lee Jun-Kyeong thought for a moment—the Hunter was right.0

“How are they following along so quietly even after being told to enter a gate?”0

The number of Hunters in the procession was small, so the majority of them were ordinary people. But, these ordinary...0