Fate.
A word that could bring prosperity to one's path—or instill fear in even the strongest men of the underworld. A name no one in the underworld ever wanted to encounter.
Hung Woo stood frozen in the foul-smelling room, his eyes widening like saucers. He stared at Yue Ling with his mouth hanging open, his mind struggling to process what stood before him.
It was only now that he remembered where he had seen those bluish-green eyes.
Eyes that seemed capable of seeing through a person and straight into their soul.
Hung Woo instinctively stumbled a step backward, as though his subconscious was desperately urging him to escape the room.
"Y-you… y-you're… M-m-mami…"
But fate was not on his side.
His back slammed against the wall, and whatever color remained in his face drained away.
"But how…? This can't be."
Disbelief consumed him.
He had met the notorious Mami of Fate once before, when Fate had summoned the major powers of the underworld to announce their return.
