Crunch. After crushing Aether’s head into pieces, blood and flesh stuck to the bottom of Jeong-woo’s shoe, but he didn’t even flinch. His cold eyes were still the same. “Haa.” He looked up at the nothingness, his sigh full of difficult emotions that spun around inside him.

He’d thought he would feel better after taking revenge. He did, but it was tempered by the complexity of his feelings. Perhaps he felt numb. Jeong-woo couldn’t figure out what he was feeling. He didn’t think that the kind of revenge you saw in movies was pointless, but he wasn’t an extremely forgiving person either. He didn’t know why the feelings he’d been expecting hadn’t appeared.

It was as though he’d just completed the first task of a series. The end was probably there, beyond the nothingness, the sky, and the world. ‘“Vieira, it would be nice if you could see this.” Jeong-woo called the name of his old lover, whom he planned to meet one day. Did she know he had awakened? Perhaps she wasn’t even looking in his direction, too blinded by her passion to get to the higher floors like in the past? He stood like that for a long time.

……

However regardless of how long he waited, no responses or messages...