「Why are you here? You should be dead! I pierced your heart with a sword!」 Leonte started to mumble in confusion, looking as though he wanted to run away. However, the shadows prevented him from moving.

In contrast, Bahal suddenly stopped resisting, knowing how futile it was. Instead, he stared at Yeon-woo and muttered something to himself as though he’d figured something out.

「Y-you look like Jeong-woo but you’re not him! Just who—? Cough!」 Bahal couldn’t finish his sentence as the Guai tightened around him.

Yeon-woo said coldly, “Don’t get the situation wrong. I’m the one asking questions, not you. The only thing you need to do is answer.”

「Don’t make me la—ack!」 Bahal screamed while trying to resist, but the shadows’ grip grew stronger and a blue fire wrapped around him. As the Holy Fire burned, Bahal shook even harder from the pain. Holy Fire was the opposite of dark properties, and the brighter it burned, the more Bahal felt as though he were being torn in two by hellfire.

However, Leonte didn’t scream. His soul trembled, drowning in fear.

Yeon-woo took back his Holy Fire when he thought...