The room fell into a stunned silence, Jiho’s words slicing through the tension like a blade. Everyone froze, their eyes snapping to him. He didn’t look frightened, but there was an eerie calm in his expression, a stillness that sent shivers down my spine. “What do you mean, Jiho?” Minseok asked, his voice steady but strained. Jiho raised his gaze to meet ours, his dark eyes holding an unshakable certainty. “It’s here. The corruption—it’s close.” For a moment, nobody moved. Then Minseok sprang into action, issuing commands with the efficiency of a seasoned leader. “Na Ri, secure the perimeter. Hye Jin, monitor any energy spikes. Soo Min, take Jiho somewhere safe. We can’t risk—” “No.” Jiho’s voice was firm, louder than I’d ever heard it. Everyone turned to him in surprise. “You can’t hide me. If you do, it’ll find another way in. It always does.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, stepping closer. “How do you know this?” Jiho hesitated, as if searching for the right wor
The rooftop air was crisp as Jihoon’s breathing evened out. He leaned against me, his small body finally still. The lights of the Guild below sparkled, their hums filling the night like whispered reassurances. Yet, for all their warmth, the darkness encroaching beyond them felt ominous. Jihoon eventually broke the silence. “Do you think there’s a way to fix this? To make me... normal?” I hesitated, caught between the truth and the comfort I wanted to offer. “I think... you’re already more than enough, Jihoon. But if there’s a way to stop this corruption from using you, we’ll find it.” He sniffled, nodding slightly. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m ruining everything.” “You’re not ruining anything,” I said firmly, gripping his shoulder. “Whatever happens, you’ve got me, Minseok, and the entire Guild behind you.” Jihoon nodded again, this time with a little more resolve. Behind us, the door creaked open, and Minseok stepped out. His presence was as steadying as always, th
Hyunwoo waved me over, his grin bright as always. I walked toward him, my boots crunching against the gravel, catching snippets of hushed conversations along the way. My name came up more than once, always paired with words like "impressive," "unbelievable," or "lucky." Normally, hearing praise like that would have been flattering, but today, the tone felt... off. Hyunwoo nudged me with his elbow as I joined his group. "You’re the talk of the grounds again. How does it feel to be the golden boy?" I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. "More like everyone’s favorite target." Hyunwoo chuckled, but his laugh trailed off when Jaehyun appeared. He moved with the confidence of someone who thought the world owed him something. Tall, broad-shouldered, and annoyingly good-looking, Jaehyun had a way of commanding attention without even trying. "Seojin," he said smoothly, his voice loud enough to hush the group. "Care for a spar?" I raised an eyebrow. "You’re not my usual competitio
The team mobilized quickly, engaging the intruders near the compound’s perimeter. The battle was chaotic, the corrupted Espers fighting with reckless abandon. I joined the fray, my energy flaring uncontrollably. “Seojin, focus!” Minseok’s voice rang out, anchoring me briefly. But the corruption was too strong. My attacks became wild, destructive, and I could see the fear in my teammates’ eyes. When the battle finally ended, the compound was in shambles. The corrupted Espers were defeated, but the damage was done. The team avoided my gaze, their unease palpable. --- That night, Minseok confronted me again. This time, I couldn’t hold back. “It’s the corruption,” I admitted, my voice shaking. “It’s inside me. And it’s getting worse.” Minseok’s face paled, but he didn’t flinch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I didn’t want to put you in danger,” I said, my voice breaking. “The monsters know about you. About Dr. Yoona. They threatened you.” His jaw tightened, but his e
The silence of the returning airship was deafening, broken only by the steady hum of the engines. Jihoon rested against my side, his breathing slow and even, exhaustion etched into his pale face. Minseok sat across from us, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on the distant horizon visible through the small porthole. None of us spoke; the weight of what had just happened clung to us like a suffocating fog. It wasn’t just the victory that felt hollow—it was the unknown. Jihoon had faced something far beyond what anyone could have prepared him for, and though we had come out of the battle alive, it didn’t feel like the end. When the Guild came into view, its towering spires glowing faintly against the approaching dawn, I felt a pang of relief. But that relief was quickly tempered by the knowledge that this reprieve was temporary. Minseok finally broke the silence as we disembarked, his voice low. “We need answers. That thing wasn’t just another corrupted entity—it was something el
The guild's training grounds were alive with activity. The air was filled with the clang of weapons, the crackle of elemental energy, and the rhythmic thuds of bodies hitting the ground. The grounds sprawled out behind the main Guild HQ, separated into sections based on the kind of training each Guide and Sentinel needed. It was both chaotic and perfectly organized, a testament to years of refining the guild's approach to honing its warriors. Today, Minseok had dragged me here before dawn. "You're slipping," he'd said with a grin that hadn't quite reached his eyes. "You need to get back into form." I knew what he really meant. He wanted me sharp, focused. He wanted me ready. "Fine," I’d grumbled, barely awake, "but don’t cry when I beat you into the dirt." The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "We’ll see." ---We started in the combat zone, a large circular arena surrounded by shimmering barriers designed to absorb excess energy. It was already buzzing with other guild me
The rest of the session passed quickly. By the time the trainees were dismissed, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting the training grounds in hues of orange and gold. I stood by the edge of the barrier, watching the Espers file out, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Minseok joined me, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" "Training them? Yeah, it’s not so bad. They’ve got potential." I glanced at him, my tone softening. "And it helps that you’re here." He didn’t respond immediately, but his lips curved into a small smile. "You’ve changed, Seojin. You’re...happier. It’s good to see." I turned to face him fully, leaning casually against the barrier. "That’s your doing, you know. Ever since we bonded, everything’s been...different. Better." His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. It was just us, standing there in the glow of the setting sun, the connection between us humming soft
The war room buzzed with muted voices and the occasional flicker of holograms projecting the mission details. My fingers hovered over the control panel, dragging the map closer to magnify our target zone. The room, dimly lit with a bluish glow, felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. Minseok stood across from me, leaning against the table, his arms crossed as he studied the map in silence. Around us, the strike team waited, their expressions varying between nervous and determined. "Alright," I started, my voice firm to mask the unease brewing inside me. "Here's the situation. The corruption hotspot in Sector 47 is still active, and the monsters patrolling it have escalated their attacks on nearby settlements. We’re going in to assess, eliminate, and, if possible, trace the source of the corruption." Jihoon, who was seated to my left, raised a hand. "Are we sure this isn’t a trap? That last report from the scouts mentioned the enemy patterns shifting unpredictably. It’s al
The air was thick with tension, each breath I took feeling heavy as the creature staggered, its form flickering like a dying flame. My mind buzzed, trying to piece together what we had just faced—what we were up against. The Veil was not a simple opponent, not some fleeting threat we could easily brush aside. It was relentless, and it seemed to find new ways to push us to our limits. The creature’s howls echoed in the stillness, but as I looked at it, I realized something even more unnerving. Its body wasn’t just crumbling. It was unraveling. There was something inside it, something far more dangerous than any physical form."Minseok," I whispered, my voice trembling despite myself. "It’s not just a monster, is it? It’s... something more."Minseok’s eyes never left the creature. He was steady, even in the face of the chaos around us. I could see his mind working, always thinking ahead. He was calculating, strategizing, even now, as the creature’s remnants crumbled into the dust of th
The figure before us—this shadowy creature—loomed like a specter in the midst of the darkened forest. My heart hammered in my chest, every beat a reminder that this wasn’t just some mind game. The air crackled with a palpable tension as if the very atmosphere had turned against us.I could feel the heat of Minseok's presence at my side, his hand gripping mine like an anchor in the storm. But it wasn't enough. The pressure was suffocating, and this time, I couldn’t wait for him to act.I could feel it—the surge of energy that always came when I was backed into a corner. The sensation was familiar now, this hum that resonated deep within me. My mind raced, calculating the best course of action, even as fear clawed at the back of my throat. Minseok’s voice broke through the rush of thoughts. "Seojin, stay calm. We’re not alone in this. Whatever happens, don’t lose focus."I swallowed hard, nodding without taking my eyes off the creature in front of us. The figure’s dark, featureless fac
The man’s departure left an odd silence in the air, one that hummed with the tension of uncertainty. We stood at the edge of the safe house, the stone walls half-covered in ivy, the structure itself appearing to blend in with the forest as though it had been abandoned for years. The faint hum of the wind rustling through the trees seemed louder now, as though the world itself was holding its breath.Minseok’s hand tightened around mine again, his grip steady, but there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. "We need to go inside," he said, his voice low, but his usual calm demeanor was tinged with unease. "If he’s right about the Veil knowing we’re here, we might not have much time."I nodded, though the feeling in my chest didn’t subside. Every instinct screamed that something wasn’t right, that the man who’d led us here was hiding something. But I didn’t have time to question it, not now.Together, we stepped toward the small wooden door of the safe house. I
A high-stakes confrontation awaited us. Minseok’s words echoed in my mind as we made our way toward the mountains, the early morning mist swirling around us like an omen. Despite the calm exterior we presented, both of us knew the gravity of what we were about to face. The Veil was more than a looming threat—it was a relentless force that would stop at nothing to devour everything we held dear.The forest ahead was dense, its towering trees casting long shadows across the path. The air was thick with moisture, the earthy smell of wet leaves filling my lungs with each breath. I could hear the distant call of a bird, the only sign of life in the otherwise silent wilderness. It felt like the calm before a storm, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what was coming.Minseok’s hand was still in mine, his grip steady and strong, a silent reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. His presence was a comforting anchor, grounding me in the chaos of our mission. But as we walked, I couldn’t shake t
It was an odd sensation, walking alongside Minseok in the dim light of the underground space, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the growing distance between us. The air felt colder, as if the basement’s chill wasn’t enough to explain the icy tension that hung between us. Every step I took felt heavy with the unspoken words we hadn’t shared. We had come here for answers, but instead, all I felt was a growing sense of dread. The path we were on, no matter how necessary, was unraveling everything we thought we knew."Seojin," Minseok murmured, breaking the silence that had settled around us. His voice was quieter than usual, almost thoughtful. "Are you sure you’re ready for this?"I paused, glancing up at him, surprised by the concern in his eyes. "I don't know," I admitted, my throat tight. "But what else can we do? We’ve already crossed the line." He didn’t respond immediately, as if weighing my words. His eyes were distant, like he was searching for something in the flick
The morning stretched out before me like a long road I wasn’t sure I was ready to walk. Minseok’s presence beside me felt distant, as if a rift had silently formed overnight, pulling us apart. I had no idea how to bridge the silence, especially when I was unsure of how I felt myself. The tension was thick enough to choke on. I had spent so many nights trying to convince myself this wasn’t real—that what Minji had said, what we were facing, couldn’t be the truth. But reality had a way of catching up, no matter how fast you ran.As we walked through the familiar streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t the same anymore. The world, the city, even the air felt different. It was as if everything was holding its breath, waiting for something inevitable to happen. And I couldn’t decide if I was prepared for it or terrified. The silence between Minseok and me felt suffocating, but I didn’t know how to break it. What was I supposed to say? That I was worried? That I didn’t kn
The next morning, the city felt unnaturally quiet, as if it had held its breath overnight, waiting for something to shift. The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows on the streets, and I could almost hear the echo of our footsteps from the night before. But today, I wasn’t sure if we were walking toward an answer or deeper into the darkness.Minseok and I had barely exchanged a word since Eunji’s visit. He was quiet, too quiet. His usual confidence was overshadowed by the weight of the previous night's events. As we moved through the bustling streets, the usual vibrancy of the city seemed muted, like the sound had been turned down. People hurried on, heads down, trying to avoid the tension that hung in the air.We reached the outskirts of the district, where the more rundown buildings stood, their walls cracked and weathered. The contrast between the gleaming upper levels of the city and the poverty-stricken lower districts was always jarring, but today it felt like a stark re
The air in the council chambers felt thick, like the weight of unseen expectations pressing against my lungs. Golden light filtered through the high-arched windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. The room, usually a place of cold, calculating decisions, now carried an edge of something else. **Uncertainty.** I sat beside Minseok, my posture deceptively relaxed, though my fingers remained curled against my lap. Across the table, Grand Esper Hwang’s sharp gaze raked over me before settling on Minseok. His disapproval was practically tangible. “The situation is escalating,” he said, his voice measured. “We’ve received word that a faction of Guides is rallying under an unknown leader. They demand reformation—an equal footing with Espers.” I scoffed, leaning back. “Reformation? More like a coup.” Minseok’s fingers tapped lightly against the table, his face unreadable. “How credible is this threat?” Hwang’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Credible enough t
I could barely hear myself breathe over the chaos. The clash of weapons, the crackle of energy, the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the ground—it all blurred together in a cacophony of battle. Every strike I blocked sent vibrations up my arms. Every counter I made was met with resistance. Minseok was right. If we tried to run now, we’d be slaughtered. But if we stayed— I dodged a spear aimed for my gut, twisting to the side before driving my own blade into the enemy’s exposed flank. They barely reacted, as if pain was irrelevant to them. As if they were something beyond human. Which meant they were exactly what I feared. Corrupted. Not just the mindless ones, either. These were the intelligent kind, the ones who still held onto fragments of their former selves. The ones who could strategize. Who could anticipate. Who could corner us if we weren’t careful. I gritted my teeth. We needed to break through. “Soo Min!” I shouted over the chaos. “Do you have enough energy l