Chapter: 339
As the sky began to turn black, Dang So-yeol felt the unusual change as well.
A strange energy started to spread around. When a puzzling sense of alienation began to lurk, what Dang So-yeol did first was,
“Run away. Right now.”
This was a warning sent to the surrounding students. Everyone was a competitor. Even though they were in a training situation, nothing was more precious than their lives.
Decisions had to be made quickly. This was something that Dang So-yeol’s father, the so-called Poison King, always said.
Since the Tang Clan lives as both a legitimate sect and secretive assassins, one must always keep the threats in mind and make quick judgments.
Living in such a dual life, Dang So-yeol constantly thought about this aspect.
There are always more enemies. Even if they are from the same sect, one must never trust anyone. This was the education from the Poison King, where only family could be trusted. Never give your side too easily.
Ironically, the image of his father teaching this lesson while torturing the same sect members may have added credibility to his words.
After that, without facing any particular challenges, Dang So-yeol climbed to Dokbong and put on a mask. Dokbong was indeed part of the Tang Clan. Even if its might was said to be inferior to that of other dragons and phoenixes, what was called poison had long been known to belong to the Tang Clan, and it wasn’t a reputation that other martial artists or even those within the Tang Clan could easily reject; thus, it wasn’t strange for Dang So-yeol to climb to Dokbong.
Dang So-yeol’s older brother too was called the Poisonous Dragon during the Later Index period. Because there’s a widely recognized perception that the nickname for poison belongs to the Tang Clan, one could say it was a given.
Yet, Dang So-yeol felt embarrassed about her own nickname. She wasn’t ashamed of the title “Poisonous Phoenix”; how could one be embarrassed about being the best Late Index among the Central Plains sects?
It was simply that Dang So-yeol was embarrassed for herself because she didn’t have the strength to deserve that title.
At the annual Yongbong Convention, just looking at those she faced there made this clear. The geniuses, called Oryongsambong at that time, were all superior to Dang So-yeol.
What’s more, even though they praised her by referring to her as a Poisonous Phoenix, she knew her standing wasn’t that high.
Do the other Late Index scholars who enjoy judging others not know what they themselves would know? Of course, they would. They were just silent because they belonged to the bloodlines of the Four Great Houses.
Knowing this, Dang So-yeol felt the need to wear a mask even more. As a member of a noble bloodline, she had to maintain proper decorum. She needed to work hard, cutting back on sleep to keep up with her skills.
If asked whether all this effort would close the gap with the other Late Index scholars, that answer was no.
No matter how hard you try, realizing that some things just won’t close the gap isn’t that difficult.
It wasn’t that she lacked talent; it was just that she wasn’t at the level to be called a genius. This was her own assessment.
‘Is it really such a bad thing?’
As the day passed, Dang So-yeol thought to herself. Is it really that bad?
While she couldn’t keep up with the geniuses, she was treated similarly.
Even if that’s due to her family name’s reputation, isn’t that okay?
She briefly entertained that thought but soon found herself collapsing and vomiting on the floor. Embarrassment welled up to her throat, and she couldn’t bear it.
The Tang Clan had high expectations for her.
Wasn’t she said to be invincible? Resistant to all poisons? Even if one diligently studied the Poison arts taught within the Tang Clan, it would still be unreachable without talent.
Despite that, she seemed to have a possibility according to the elders of the Tang Clan, including the Poison King, who were closely watching her.
What does this mean? Dang So-yeol thought it was meaningless. If their expectations stemmed from greed, it was truly meaningless.
Time passed, and Dang So-yeol began to pay more attention to her appearance. No matter how she felt inside, outside, she had to look like a child of a noble family.
As always, at social gatherings with the blood relatives of other noble families, while drinking the poisoned tea she had brewed, she suddenly thought,
‘How trivial.’
This was her internal dialogue with herself. Ha!
“By the way, Miss Dang, I heard about this year’s party.”
Someone suddenly brought up the topic. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember well.
It was probably a relative from the Sichuan region, as Dang So-yeol wasn’t the type to remember anyone.
“Yes.”
Yet, she had to answer with a smile.
“I heard that the Gu family’s relatives are coming too. Is that right?”
“Oh my, you mean the Gu family?”
As she blurted that out while thinking, she recalled where that was.
A clan led by Geumbong, quite far from Shanxi province.
‘Gu family’s relatives, huh?’
Originally, the Tang Clan’s military council meeting was one of the few major events. It was common to send invitations for networking, even if someone couldn’t attend.
In that sense, a clan that’s quite far like Gu family might find it cumbersome to attend.
However, she was curious about why they had insisted on coming.
‘Who is it?’
Her relatives are from the Gu family, but it shouldn’t be the Sword Phoenix.
She heard that she took on an important role in her main family and went to the front lines.
Then was it her younger sister?
‘Did they have a younger sibling?’
She thought there might be one.
Although she hadn’t exchanged many conversations with the Geumbong, she recalled that she had always laughed brightly when talking about her younger sibling.
That smile of the Sword Phoenix was strikingly different.
“Are you talking about the Gu family?”
Did you hear that from the late index?
Someone quickly interjected into the conversation.
“Yes.”
“Gu family… did you hear who it is?”
“No, I’m not a member of the Tang Clan, so how could I know that?”
Well, they hosted the Tang Clan’s military council meeting, so it was surprising that a member of the Gu family knew about it.
In fact, Dang So-yeol didn’t know much herself.
“If the Cowherd shows up, it will be worth seeing.”
“Huh? Cowherd? Was there a Cowherd in the Gu family?”
As he focused on the other guy’s words.
“Is there already a Cowherd in their family?”
Everyone listened intently, and the man continued his story with a smirk.
“It’s a fairly well-spread rumor. They have one son in that family, so they treat him like half a minor heir already.”
“Wow, just one son? That must be nice! They wouldn’t have to fight over who takes charge of the family.”
“I’ve heard that Brother Chu is having a tough time.”
“… let’s not bring that up.”
It seems that a person presumed to be Chu Hyung coughed awkwardly.
“Anyway… I hear he is treated like a sogaju, but the rumors about him aren’t good.”
“Rumors? What kind of rumors?”
Since it’s a story from the Shanxi region, it likely hasn’t reached Sichuan that well.
In fact, even this story wouldn’t have been entertaining unless it involved Geumbong or Hohyeop.
“I heard he’s quite the scoundrel.”
“Are you talking about the son of the chivalrous Hohyeop…?”
Is the son of that famed warrior truly a scoundrel?
‘…Hmm.’
From Dang So-yeol’s perspective, it was hard to imagine.
By the way, isn’t Gu family’s blood relative…? That sounds somewhat familiar.
“To what extent? Oh, I heard he insulted the daughter of the Peng family and even broke off the engagement.”
‘Ah.’
Only now did Dang So-yeol recall the story in her mind after hearing the man’s words.
It was related to one of her few friends, Peng Ah-hee.
‘Is that the guy?’
She had heard a bit about it in passing.
At the time, Peng Ah-hee had furiously gritted her teeth and said.
Dang So-yeol had also criticized him and felt relieved that she hadn’t gotten involved with such a guy.
“How can the son of a chivalrous family be a scoundrel…?”
“And they even say that he has no talent in martial arts at all.”
“What a mess! Isn’t he just a spoiled brat in capes?”
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room was filled with giggling.
In this situation, Dang So-yeol decided it was best not to mix into the conversation.
If she spoke up in a moment like this, she might face some consequences later on.
“Oh, did you say that the Namgung family was coming this time too?”
“That’s correct.”
“Namgung? If it’s Namgung, are you saying that the Brain Dragon is coming?”
Even from the Namgung family, she hadn’t expected them to come to this event. The topic of the Brain Dragon shifted away from the Gu family’s minor heir.
To them, the Brain Dragon of the Namgung family would undoubtedly be more important.
Of course, to Dang So-yeol, others were more important.
‘My older sister said she would come.’
The Namgung family had another blood relative aside from the Brain Dragon.
Many might not know her.
But Dang So-yeol knows.
She was referring to the beautiful woman named Namgung Bi-ah.
‘Is it going to be okay?’
In the midst of her musing, Dang So-yeol quickly glanced around her surroundings.
It was evident that a considerable number of male late indices were attending the party.
Could she truly call Namgung Bi-ah to a place like that?
This was particularly concerning, given that her sister had to be somewhat pretty.
She had pleaded with her to attend, but she didn’t think she would actually agree to come.
So, she was worried.
‘Long time no see.’
This was the thought of meeting her close older sister again, which promptly pushed the thoughts of Gu family’s loser out of her mind.
Had she been aware of everything at that moment, it may have altered things altogether.
– It’s called Gujeolyeop.
Time drifted by this way.
The individual who misled by concealing their name and confronted Dang So-yeol will hold some meaning for her.
What kind of things will he cause.
The man from Gu family was far, far more attractive than she had imagined.
He was quite the eye-candy, indeed.
The relative from Gu family didn’t seem to care about the Brain Dragon’s emergence or how the late indices disregarded his existence.
Contrary to the narrative of him being untalented in martial arts, he broke the Brain Dragon’s arm with astonishing ease.
The fella who used to gossip while belittling her would soon find himself speechless.
No longer would he call her a worthless loser; instead, he obliterated someone who was called the Brain Dragon along with Oryongsambong.
Strangely enough, no rumors came out of that encounter.
Perhaps it was hushed by the Namgung family.
Since it progressed discreetly, witnesses might have kept quiet due to the prestige of the Namgung family.
For Dang So-yeol, this wasn’t an important tale.
What remained etched in her mind was the look of his eyes, the voice he spoke, and the mighty poise that crushed the Brain Dragon with brute force.
‘… Prince Jeol-yeop.’
In retrospect, this perspective now seems absurd.
She had become infatuated with him simply at the sight of his face.
This revelation made her realize that she wasn’t as strong-willed as she thought.
Yet why not when one appeared as handsome as he did?
She tried to excuse herself, looking for solace in those thoughts.
While he was even catching the attention of ‘that’ Namgung Bi-ah, for some reason, she wasn’t truly fond of him.
She wanted to think that firmly.
“How many kids will she have?”
She initially pondered as she watched him walk away.
If it wasn’t a minor house, Papa wouldn’t likely agree to such a match, right?
If it didn’t work, couldn’t she hitch a ride as a son-in-law…? Ah, the confirmation of his position as a nangju ought to change that.
She
tumbled through an array of inconsequential fantasies.
What had previously felt stifling and boring about life was manageable once she merely met him.
Could that be love?
If she claimed this now, there’d be doubts.
…Wouldn’t there?
‘Huh? Engagement?’
This was someone with whom she had only exchanged glances and had no proper conversation with.
Once that piece of news landed, she couldn’t eat for several days.
The worst part was that the person turns out to be her close elder sister.
How she was shocked!
Could it be that she might even run away from home?
The act was so ambiguous that it could hardly be called an escape.
This was settled through an agreement with her overbearing father.
It felt more like half a threat rather than a real agreement, which left her wondering.
What was she hoping to go for?
Diverse families, or rather the Daenamgung Family’s engagement?
Simply looking into someone’s face would carry no weight now, would it?
Why would she even think of such a venture?
Everything left her feeling utterly deranged.
It was clear there was no other explanation.
What was funny was how, ‘…I’m totally ruined.’
Just the sight of that face reminded her of the enamoring feeling.
His real name wasn’t even Gujeolyeop.
And she found out he wasn’t just a generally pleasant person.
But seeing that visage was enough to summon the ‘good’ feels.
Smack!
The words he laid out made her heart flutter, and those fierce eyes peering her would hold a gaze that served as enchantment.
Could it be love?
Is that what infatuation is?
That was the thought at that time.
However.
It wasn’t love.
It was distinct from infatuation.
Being entranced was far from love.
Dang So-yeol came to understand the nuance.
This wouldn’t take long to grasp.
“Are you cold?”
“Why on earth are you wearing such thin clothes? Are you looking to attract flames or what?”
Grumble!
Those were the moments when he would fuss and still encase her in warmth.
“Hey, you can’t eat that! Stop forcing yourself! Just stop! I won’t drink alone!”
Unbeknownst to him, each action was a cutting remark Gulp!
Because his care seeped through effortlessly, it only intensified the battle within.
“Nice job!”
The reluctant affirmation pronouncing their work had unknowingly brought warmth.
Refusing his acknowledgment with slight coyness, Sniff
Yet the depths of emotion flowing inside swirled differently.
It was during one fine day in Shinryongwan.
What was it he said now?
Wasn’t it time for Dokbong, which is all show and no substance, to demonstrate its true nature?
Around the time those rumors began to filter through.
After hearing that, Dang So-yeol initially did not think much of it.
Since, well, that was a legitimate claim.
How odd it felt that formerly she would grin outwardly but harbor bitterness and rancor inside.
Now strangely, it felt completely neutral.
Was it that she began to underestimate the words of others?
If not that…
“Huh? What did you say?”
“Whoa! No! Brother, if you hit me one more time, I could really kick the bucket!”
“Let go! This brat’s talking without sense! What’s it? Not a big deal? You’ll probably be all assassinated otherwise. Nay, it’d be better if I killed you first!”
“Hey! I’m your brother!”
Was it because someone regarded that portion apart from herself?
Or was it simply that she felt less inhibited?
No, it wouldn’t completely settle.
The feeling of entitlement was still chasing Dang So-yeol down.
“Lady Sword Dancer appears significantly stronger than the rumors proclaim. She could even surpass the Six Dragons and Three Phoenixes.”
“The descendants of the Sword King are monsters.”
“Seolbong is stretching its territory to most of Shinryongwan.”
The women accompanying him still possessed remarkable prowess.
But, in the aftermath… she remained as indistinct as ever.
In the past, when conversing with Mo Yong-hee, she posed this question to Dang So-yeol.
“What do you wish to accomplish?”
“Uh?”
In her confusion, she spared a glance.
Mo Yong-hee sighed, then queried her back.
“Seeing you near him, I can’t tell what you wish to do. You don’t seem to want to take anything, nor do you want to invade his space. What do you really want?”
“… I…”
What should she say?
Even as she thought back on it now,
Dang So-yeol had no concrete words to offer.
As Mo Yong-hee casually asked, she realized that she had no desire to snatch him away.
Her intentions weren’t about sharing him either…
If things boiled down honestly,
All she really yearned for was to be by his side.
Funny enough,
Even her desire to steal away, and the longing to dart into his side,
She wished he would one day notice her and treat her dearly.
Ah, was that too much to ask?
“I’ll take my chance!”
Tang So-yeol also exclaimed as her friend, Mo Yong-hee, remarked boldly.
Initially surprised and confounded by those statements, she found it awe-inspiring to see Mo Yong-hee’s confident demeanor.
Unlike her own existence, spent at home following the family legacy,
Mo Yong-hee’s ceaseless ambition stirred admiration within her.
Perhaps it ignited a flame in her heart.
Thus, she began to try her hand at efforts.
“Please.”
She implored her friend.
Though confessed, her gifts in martial arts weren’t heavily inclined.
She’d be grateful if viewed as someone mildly competent.
However, when it came to poison, she had herself honed well.
If the Poison technique fell into the domain of martial arts,
It signified that she held some merit in that area.
Sipping tea brewed from potent leaves was more or less up to personal preferences.
But invariably, it was also a talent recognized among her family.
Hence, the initial step was to attempt what she excelled at.
The practice of poison arts was simple enough.
It merely entailed continuous self-infliction.
By withholding poison in her system and building up resistance.
Thus, through a cycle of poisoning and detoxing, the convergence of both toxicity would emerge.
Such practices were characteristic of those within the Tang lineage.
Among them, her capability of detoxifying was notably swift.
And upon its observation, the Tang Clan labeled it as an innate ability.
Yet if she needed to point out a flaw,
It was that detoxifying too quickly created complications for her in refining poison techniques.
Constant practice could instigate improvement down the line.
One day, when pushed harder, she might advance.
But currently, her speed felt particularly slow.
Hence, she resolved to devise an alternative strategy.
If detoxifying swiftly is the issue,
She could simply amplify the speed of intoxication.
“… No way this is okay to do, So-yeol!”
When Pang Ah-hee heard this plan, she emitted a sigh of alarm.
“How can one employ such barbaric methods?”
“It’s fine! The medicine works great, and I won’t even scar.”
“But—”
“Just please.”
Time and again, Pang Ah-hee kept declining.
But ultimately, in response to Dang So-yeol’s resolute request, she settled to assist.
The process was remarkably straightforward.
Create a wound.
Then insert poison into that wound, thereby self-poisoning.
The poisonous substance would seep into the wound, quickening the rate of intoxication, making it a perilous method indeed.
Even for a member of the Tang Clan, it bore its own risks.
If the Poison King were to catch wind, he too would find it unspeakable.
Yet Dang So-yeol made the commitment to try it out.
As a result, she discovered surprisingly positive outcomes varying from her expectations.
Indeed, she could feel her proficiency in poison arts developing rapidly.
Pang Ah-hee would aid her in inflicting minor lacerations to her body.
Though she could perform it independently, receiving help from a more precise hand proved beneficial.
Additionally, showing off skin would permit her to avoid unwanted misjudgments.
“Alright.”
The level of pain from the intoxication proved to be overwhelming, nonetheless.
Luckily, her detoxing capacity mitigated some of that pain, not to mention Pang Ah-hee’s diligent care ensured no visible marks remained.
Finally, things were sure to improve.
Dang So-yeol held onto that belief.
If things turned out well,
It seemed as though she could linger by his side just a bit longer.
Such aspirations felt just and possible.
It all seemed like a comedic thought, really.
‘… Fool.’
The throbbing in her arm was intense.
How much blood had flowed? She felt dizzy.
What good could she be, having done nothing but get herself into this state?
Through blurred vision, she caught sight of Namgung Bi-ah, face to face with the one who had attacked her.
The strength of her foe was indescribable.
With a single gesture. THUD!
“Dang…!”
The older sister whom she thought she could never surpass was now groveling pathetically on the ground.
“Ha….”
“So-yeol…!”
It was dangerous. If things persisted as they were,
Her sister might die.
Attempting to defend her useless self.
‘If my sister dies…’
In a foggy mindscape, the face of that person solidified.
If her sister died, while she would be sad,
That person would feel even sorrier for her.
Catching a glimpse of that thought sent her breath hitching.
HSHHHHHHHHHH!
The sound of a blade slicing through the air reached her ears like an echo.
Namgung Bi-ah rolled on the floor as she prepared to rise again, wielding her sword once more.
Yet she could only wish for her to flee and abandon the likes of her.
‘… ah.’
Why was her sister putting herself on the line to save someone like her?
Dang So-yeol found it hard to wrap her mind around that.
Standing aside a beloved one.
Her heart mirrored Namgung Bi-ah’s intentions as she stayed put.
Wouldn’t that make her sister resent her?
Deep down, Sor-yeol had harbored resentment.
Didn’t she say she didn’t like it?
That had been her claim.
Why then did she proceed to engage herself to him?
Was she trying to lure him over too?
This unshakable resentment burrowed deep within her.
Surely, she still held onto a measure of disappointment.
‘…ha.’
Still, Namgung Bi-ah shouldn’t have to die at a moment like this for her sake.
‘Move.’
What did love actually stand for?
In the past, she hadn’t known, but now she did.
‘Move!’
Rather than being giddy merely from his presence,
Just hearing his name made her insides churn.
With each extension of his hand, her heart danced.
His voice resonated so strongly it tugged at her feelings.
She found herself swayed by the simplest of statements.
Yearning for him her spirit floated like a ghost in their vicinity.
‘Move!’
The people he held closest to his heart
Must not be harmed.
Seeing him sorrowful was, above all else, the saddest occurrence for Dang So-yeol.
Thus, she wished to protect them as well.
‘What a foolish individual I am.’
Had Mo Yong-hee heard an utterance like this from her,
It would doubtlessly have drawn laughter from her.
No, surely, it’d have earned a mocking laugh.
In fear of how he’d be affected by sorrow,
Wanting to safeguard those he cherished with fervor.
What a comical proposition, indeed.
Yet, this was precisely Dang So-yeol’s interpretation of love.
Hooosh-!
“So-yeol!”
The blade grazed Dang So-yeol’s thigh, causing blood to spew forth.
She had stabbed herself in an act of desperation.
At the chilling sound, those engaged in battle halted abruptly.
In particular, their faces shifted into expressions of alarm.
The intentions were aimed at her.
Dang So-yeol barely recognized this through the haze.
Clearly, it was apparent that the goal was focused on her.
That notion galvanizing her into action.
“Don’t move!”
Amidst fading consciousness, her voice rang clear.
“If you even dare to touch my sister, I will wrestle you and take your life.”
The tip of her icy dagger pressed against her neck.
Observing her, her opponent replied with a scoff,
“How pathetic. So you threaten me with your life? Haha! That’s a cruel joke, don’t you know? You truly believe that escape might serve to intimidate me?”
“It has worked, given that you stand slacking in fear.”
The dripping blood that dribbled down sent her into lightheadedness.
At any pending moment, she could tumble over.
Just a thought flitted through her mind.
In this moment, if she were to go…
“… Would he truly mourn?”
That alone was all that mattered.
“….”
TSK!
Watching her, the Black Night Princess paused, contemplating.
She narrowed her lips while draining away the tension she’d held prior.
“Well, it seems the sword king’s bloodline is indeed lengthy.”
“Phew…!”
“Make sure to thank the young lady of the Tang clan—this cowardly threat truly affected me.”
As the Black Night Princess cast aside,
Namgung Bi-ah spat up blackened blood once more.
“I wished you’d die later, yet the situation called for restraint.”
Filled with much regret,
She turned to bypass Namgung Bi-ah.
Creak!
Namgung Bi-ah found herself unable to let the Black Night Princess through, grasping her ankle with her pale hand.
“I can’t… let you… go…”
“What an exceptionally silly girl.”
This was dating far back this far.
Did she still maintain any strength?
Whoosh!
Quickly, the Black Night Princess released a hissing breath as she pushed Namgung Bi-ah away effortlessly.
Namgung Bi-ah then met the ground.
Bam!
“NO!”
“I didn’t intend on killing you. It was simply a hassle, but I’ve chosen to overlook this matter.”
Gritting her teeth, she thought in her head—time was indeed of the essence.
They exchanged glances, and the Black Night Princess muttered softly.
As she advanced on the count of two,
Peng Ah-hee drew out her sword once more, intending to defend.
Despite the anxiety shimmering in every crevice, she exuded confidence.
“Stay. Don’t come closer.”
“This is a familiar sight. The late indices have grown ever more reckless; recklessness isn’t courage when faced with those beyond your capability. You, of Peng family.”
Catching sight of her singular, dazzling purple eyes,
Peng Ah-hee trembled.
Tang So-yeol, seeing this unfold, grasped her wrist with unstable hands.
“Don’t!”
“So-yeol…”
Even under her weak grasp, the sword of Peng Ah-hee lowered with utter ease.
Already succumbing to fear.
The Black Night Princess watched in amusement,
As she raised her palm, extending her power to ensnare Dang So-yeol.
Seeing the dark energy radiate out, Tang So-yeol resolutely closed her eyes.
At that moment—
Tap tap tap-!
Someone burst forth behind the Black Night Princess and struck with a surprise attack.
To her surprise, the attacker was Cheol Ji-seon.
“WAAAHHH!”
He lunged forward with his sword drawn.
The problem was, the Black Night Princess was certainly someone who wouldn’t fall for such shallow trickery.
From the very beginning, it must’ve been understood.
Whoosh!
The moment the energy released, it fended off Cheol Ji-seon with force, sending him flying beyond the thicket.
This time still they did not intend to take a life.
However, it gestured an immediate chance that another form of confrontation could kindle chaos within her.
The visage of the Black Night Princess turned feral like an evil spirit.
“If there are any more troublemakers left…”
Should any issues arise.
“Rest assured, precious indices will meet with demise.”
To forcibly extinguish that swirling malice,
The Black Night Princess had to muster significant focus and cautious care.
It was almost laughably easy for her—especially since they were merely late indices.
It had never occurred to her that they would grow frustrating to this extent.
What should’ve been a simple matter turned into needless turmoil.
More time had been wasted than anticipated; if this continued, complications could spring forth.
Hence, the Black Night Princess resolved to act.
“It’s time to wrap things up…”
“You persevered brilliantly!”
“…!”
In that brief instant,
A voice from behind sent a chill across the Black Night Princess’ arms.
Where did this voice radiate from?
Thud.
At that concentration level, grasping the sounds accurately dwindled to difficulty.
Suddenly, she felt something touch her waist.
‘This—!’
The Black Night Princess hastily gathered energy, preparing to confront.
Simultaneously, she pivoted sharply, attempting to ascertain her opponent.
Vague outlines began to emerge.
“What a dreadfully laughable scene!”
A young man, adorn in ink and shadow-like eyes.
It would appear he went slightly beyond the maturity levels—still, it was just a tad, barely scraping through that ‘young-adult’ tier.
“I’m alive and breathing, yet this rubbish circles around uncontested?”
Was he another Late Index?
How did he mislead even her perceptions to breach so far?
Indecipherable remarks lingered uncontextualized within her ears.
An energy resembling a blade bathed in power coalesced toward the young man.
Before the blade’s edge could meet him directly—
“I won’t ask your name. I’m disinterested.”
Dangerous pulses began building…
“The Awakening of Fury!”
Phew!
The sound of thunder echoed with a weighty thrum.
The air vibrated with a significant upheaval.
“Clang! Boom!”
Every action held menace, with crisis looming ever closer to the exquisite spring of chaos.
Boom!
The battle pique drove to levels of electrifying nails that would eventually ring.
But who knew,
for in the topsy-turvy realm of twists and turns — a chapter thrived on.
Ting!
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