Swoosh, swoosh! Ashes scattered about. The most infamous serial killer of children who had inflicted pain on countless children was now reduced to ashes. 

“...What a shame.”

Kang Chul-In licked his lips. 

“He died faster than I expected.”

Kang Chul-In had been planning on leaving him in pain for longer. He had an hour or two, or even a few days until the soldiers of Anatolia found the secret room. Because he was in the middle of enemy territory, leaving Bittermoon as soon as possible by the use of his abilities was the best option. 

“Still, this isn’t right.”

Kang Chul-In muttered to himself, putting Sheville Polansky’s remains behind him. Indeed, neither good nor evil were relevant to the principles of life and death, but...