Chapter 79 – Daelan POV
It's finally the day.
After a full day of forced rest—if you could call it that—we're ready. Or as ready as anyone can be when staring down the mother of all nightmares.
Everyone is moving with purpose now. Blades sharpened, mana reserves replenished, armor patched. Even the air feels different—charged, like lightning just before a storm.
The only problem?
The ground.
It's trembling.
A low, steady vibration that hums beneath our boots. It's not just the usual scuttling. No—this feels intentional. Rhythmic. Like something is alive beneath our feet and breathing.
I exchange a glance with Choi Jihun, who just tightens his jaw and adjusts the grip on his sword.
From the edge of our makeshift camp, the Roaring Tiger Guild Master—an old man with a back straight as a blade and eyes sharper than steel—steps forward. His purple uniform is streaked with dust and blood, but he wears it like armor woven from pride.
He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to.
