The last wisps of black light swirled and vanished, drawn into the sword Cheon-myeol. As it drank the darkness, an even more ominous aura bled from the blade, chilling the air in the vast chamber.
Yoon Ji-han watched, his voice a cautious whisper. “Was that the master of this temple?”
Kang Tae-san retrieved Cheon-myeol, his tone dismissive. “Nothing more than a remnant. A god who has lost its divinity, a mere shadow incapable of wielding a
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