"I guess today," Master Sung finally interjected, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "you won't have a reason from today henceforth."
Lucian's face contorted with confusion, his eyes widening at Master Sung's unexpected stance against him.
His gaze darted between Master Sung and Ryder, searching for some explanation—some sign that he had misunderstood. But the unwavering resolve on Master Sung's face told him everything he needed to know.
Turning toward Master Sung, Lucian had just one word to say: "Why?"
He completed his question in disbelief. "Why you, of all people?"
The wind blew, carrying with it the smell of beast blood and a whistling sound that only deepened the already tense atmosphere.
Overhead, birds had begun to return to the skies, flying freely now that the breach had disappeared. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows across the bloodstained surface.
