"What's going on, Gaon?" Seong-hoon's fingers tighten around my arms, his whole body locking up as if lightning just struck him. I don't blame him. I feel the same.
The Creator's true face… it's older now, maybe in his forties, lines carved deep by time, but the features are undeniable. It's him. Seong-hoon.
That's not possible. The Seong-hoon of the past is supposed to be dead.
Unless… unless she lied to me. Lied to protect me from the truth. No. I shake my head. I don't believe this. It must be one of his tricks. It cannot possibly be reality. I refuse to accept it.
