Yu-jun climbed into the second carriage, parting the curtain just enough to glimpse the path ahead. Even now, with his sword at his side and vengeance burning hotter than fear, the thought of entering that cursed land sent a shiver through him.
"You've gone quiet," Kwang-su said from across the seat, his tone unreadable. "Having second thoughts?"
Yu-jun met his gaze. "None." He clenched his jaw. "If the north is where he hides, then that's where I'll end it."
Kwang-su's expression didn't change, but his eyes flickered briefly with something—pity, perhaps, or amusement. "Good. Just remember, this isn't your revenge we're walking into. It's a mission. Keep your head clear, and you might just survive long enough to see your precious Han Seo-yoon fall."
