“Huff, huff…”

Ragged breaths spilled out of Seo Jun-Ho’s lips, along with black, dead blood. He scanned his surroundings as his eyes flickered like the flame of a candle.

‘How…’

How had this happened?

Things had been peaceful. Even the trivial things made them happy, and they had been laughing joyfully.

How? Why?

Seo Jun-Ho’s voice quivered. “Skaya. Open your eyes. Deok-Gu secretly told me to take good care of you.”

“Gilberto, you have to go see Arthur. He must be waiting for his dad. Why aren’t you getting up?”

“Mio… It hasn’t even been that long since you came back… Are you leaving again?”

“...”

Cha Si-Eun and Kim Woo-Joong weren’t breathing as well. And they did not respond to his calls.

As his hands trembled, a sick wave of nausea welled up within him.

This was different from the Cave of Trials. Back then, he had killed his friends with his own hands, but they had merely been illusions.

However, that wasn’t the case this time.

“...”

He was scared.

It wasn’t simply because death was inching toward him.

His friends had gone through so much, and they finally had their happiness in their grasp, but they died such a futile death. The...