The word left Mu-hyeok's mouth, and the whole river road moved at once.
Behind them, the dead came first. Hundreds of them, freed from Jun's broken crystal, charging up the road with their red eyes burning and their weapons raised. They didn't shuffle the way they had all night. They ran, fast and straight and silent, old soldiers in lacquered armor running shoulder to shoulder with festival-goers in torn tiger masks, and the sound of their feet on the stones was like rain hammering a tin roof.
In front, Mu-hyeok's four stepped forward to meet the crowd, and the ground shook under every step their leader took.
Jin turned his head just far enough to see his people.
