Yeon-woo fumed as he looked at the poisoned Athena, who was barely holding on as she breathed raggedly, and at Ares, who had a terrible wound in his chest. Ares’ eyes were dimming, and Yeon-woo seemed to see the image of another person overlap the scene before his eyes. It was another person who was leaving his side in a heartbreaking manner. Yeon-woo hated the feeling of being left behind by someone close to him and of nursing his sadness and loneliness alone.

His heart ached when he saw the relief in Athena’s eyes, and a strong emotion rose up in his chest.

『What…what the hell are you?』 Syceus had been pushed away after he blocked Yeon-woo’s sudden attack. His sword, which represented him, was cracked, and it shook as if it would shatter at any moment. If his reflexes had been only a moment too late, Syceus wouldn’t have survived.

Syceus wanted to know what Yeon-woo was and not who because Yeon-woo didn’t seem like another god, nor did he seem like a demon or a dragon—beings that possessed abundant magic...