D-Day.

Chi-Woo woke up when hit by the dawn’s light and made his bed. After having a meal with everyone, he washed thoroughly from head to toe. Now that he was getting ready to leave, his heart thumped nonstop. He worried that he might forget something before leaving.

—Hey Chi-Woo, let me ask you one thing.

While Chi-Woo was packing his belongings, Philip suddenly talked to him.

—Why are you packing your goods there? What happened to your handy bag?

Chi-Woo asked what Philip was talking about and lifted the bag he was packing with.

—No, not that bag.

It was then Chi-Woo realized what Philip was referring to—Steam Bun. They hadn’t seen Steam Bun for a while now, and it was natural that Philip would be curious about its whereabouts. Chi-Woo’s expression turned to normal again, and he resumed packing his bag and thought:

‘It went off to live a new life.’

—Huh? Suddenly? Without saying anything?

Philip tilted his head.

—Even though you brought it here so that it could live the rest of its life however it wanted, it had always stayed by your side before.

‘That’s not what I mean…’

Chi-Woo’s eyes drooped slightly, and his hands slowed. For some reason, he seemed conflicted.

‘Do you know what happened to Goddess Kabbalah?’

—Kabbalah? Well, she…

Philip looked taken aback by Chi-Woo’s unexpected question. Why was Chi-Woo mentioning an ancient god that had been abandoned and forgotten now?

‘Did you know that after the last war, Shalyh had been changed from Kabbalah’s temple to the White...