“What do you mean, Angels? Those wings… Haa…” Tae-Shik couldn’t hide his confusion. He knew demons existed, so angels existing made sense, but standing before one felt surreal. 

“Umm… Well…” Gi-Gyu began his explanation after hesitating for a while.

***

“Dammit! Why is this so hard?!” Gi-Gyu shouted in frustration. 

Fwoosh!

The holy sword he was holding scattered from the handle to the top and turned into fine powder.

Rattle.

Seconds later, a few skeletons came up to him, swept the holy powder into the dustpan Gi-Gyu brought from home, and took it to Old Man Hwang per his request. While the skeleton worked, Gi-Gyu grabbed his head and murmured, “There are less than ten swords left now.”

He had countless swords not too long ago; he had pulverized a majority without getting a single successful outcome. 

-Umm. 

When Lou woke up, he suggested,

-I think this place might be the problem.

“What?” Gi-Gyu gasped in shock since Lou suggested this place in the first place. Yet, seconds after waking up, he said Gi-Gyu was working in the wrong place. How could...