After more than a decade, Gumiho's half-dead eyes fully opened for the first time.
"Father has come?" she gasped.
"Yes, and he isn't alone. He has brought strong allies from other beast clans with him."
Yuta took off his robe, placed it on Gumiho's shoulders, and extended his hand to her.
"Let's go."
Gumiho wore the robe and tied it with the cloth belt, and the moment she did, the petals that had preserved her chastity finally fell to the floor, having fulfilled their task.
She tried to stand, but her legs failed to support her — and how could they? They had not moved in such a long time.
Seeing her struggle to rise, Yuta supported her by the shoulder, and the duo began making their way toward the exit.
As Gumiho reached the doorway, she whispered while turning around, "Wait."
She lightly pushed Yuta back and raised her arms. Her hair began to wave, and her ethereal eyes glowed with a violent pink as a storm of plum blossoms emerged in her hands.
