Benteke felt like he had been possessed by a ghost. He distinctly remembered that they’d both stabbed each other in the heart with their weapons, and they were struggling to see which one of them would succumb first, but then—why was he the only one whose heart had been pierced? “You’ve…done something.”

Benteke’s spear was embedded in Yeon-woo’s chest, but not in the location he’d targeted. Yeon-woo had managed to avoid the danger.

Yeon-woo felt like his body was losing strength. He’d only been able to hang on with Demonic Magic and Regeneration thanks to the magic power in the Philosopher’s Stone. However, Precognition used all that magic power at once, so he could only deploy it in an emergency to gain five seconds to see into the future.

Although it didn’t seem like a long time, it was enough to give him an edge in a life-or-death struggle. Yeon-woo had seen Benteke’s spear headed towards him, and instead  of trying to avoid it entirely, all he’d done was turn his body slightly. At...