Denarion shook off his terrible memories before speaking again. “We lost the battle that day. Parthenon lost the horns he was highly proud of, and Anatolius had to prepare a brand new mask. I lost both my wings and could never fly again.”

The moment Kim Jin-Woo heard the name of the One-Eyed Lord, his heart started racing out of control. He felt as if his heart would explode if he were to open his mouth. His eyes and temples burned hotly, and he felt the world around him swirl. He wasn’t even able to respond to Denarion’s words.

The Lord of Nightmares looked at him through transparent eyes; his gaze lingered for a long time, as if he were looking for something.

“Why did you show me something like this?” Kim Jin-Woo asked sharply, having finally been able to recover his mind after a while. His heart was still beating like crazy, but his expression was as cold as ever. “If you’re going to talk some bullshit about the power of your nightmares, get the fuck out of here. You desire the Ancient Lords’ powers for yourself. If you didn’t desire them, I wouldn’t have been able to see that.”

The Lord of Nightmares had been about to speak, but he closed...