And then—With a dull thud, dust billowed into the air.


    The four headless corpses collapsed in disarray, strewn haphazardly across the battlefield.


    A dry wind, sporadically sweeping through the wasteland, mingled with the ochre storm rising from their remains.


    The swirling currents, twisting upon themselves in dozens of directions, shimmered like the bared fangs of a phantom beast.


    The vast wilderness fell into silence.


    Until Ma Gwang-ik withdrew his hand.


    Clang.


    Four swords clattered onto the dirt.


    Stripped of their lethal purpose, they lay uselessly in the dust, as though they had never been instruments of war to begin with.


    The scholar, standing alone, instinctively snatched up his sword. His grip was tight, his expression one of disbelief as he turned to Ma Gwang-ik.


    “……”


    The Damgeuk Trading Guild stood frozen.


    Completely paralyzed.


    No one dared to raise their voice, as if even a loud breath might provoke divine retribution. Instead, the guards murmured among themselves, their whispers trembling.


    —Was that sword mastery?


    —No… Didn’t he just say something more terrifying?


    —The Divine Sword Corps? That Ma Gwang-ik…?


    —Madness. Absolute madness…!


    Even the merchant, who had been speaking with the lilting rhythm of a song, had fallen utterly silent.


    His sharp, calculating eyes darted in every direction, taking in the intruders.


    Then, comprehension set in.


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    “What… the hell are you?”


    Suddenly, a girl in black robes stepped forward from the dust.


    She came to stand beside Ma Gwang-ik, staring at him with an unreadable expression.


    Her short, jet-black hair swayed slightly with each exaggerated breath she took.


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