“......”

Mir stood still without leaving until the ice that covered the desert melted and the fire dissipated. 

Death and fear. They were unexpected, therefore they were concepts and emotions he was unprepared for. He reflected again on the experience of being constrained in mind and body. The moment when he was distracted because he was worried about the eyes of the gods. The embarrassment of allowing his body to be cut in half... 

The strange emotions ate at Mir’s rationality and he experienced his own nature. At that moment, he was just obsessed with life. He went crazy with the determination that he didn’t want to die. 

“Haha...” Looking back, he had considered himself special. It was natural when he was born with an unrivaled talent among the yangbans. Therefore, he had always been doing things for others. He believed he should protect them because they were worse than him. Yet when he was exposed, he was a normal person with nothing special. 

“Are you ashamed?” Jingle. The voice of the martial god came along with the faint sound of bells. 

Mir politely bowed to the approaching martial god and answered, “No, I’m glad.” 

He was a life created to be dedicated to Hanul. He thought he would lose it, so he didn’t have any lingering feelings...