Light gradually overtook Chi-Woo’s vision until it was all he could see. It was so blindingly white that it made him think the whole world had been dyed the same color. He instinctively covered his eyes and narrowed them. Strange looking things—indescribable shining clumps of rocks—were approaching him. If he had to describe it, they appeared like clay that had been ripped off and sloppily smashed together again. They shone like luminous stones and flew toward Chi-Woo very, very slowly while filling up the hills in front of him.

Seeing these mysterious substances take over the area, Chi-Woo panicked. There were way too many of them. ‘What in the World? Are they the Sernitas’ army? But I am only supposed to fight their god. Should I run for it?’ All kinds of thoughts passed through his head. Then an enormous figure, far bigger than all the others, appeared over the horizon. The sight of this figure made Chi-Woo realize that all of his expectations had been wrong. It was simply colossal, bigger than most high-rise buildings.

As if someone had injected a large amount of air into an ancient mammoth with a bunch of syringes, its body was lumpy. To describe it nicely, it looked like an immensely overgrown, wild tumor and pus, painting...