Yoon Seoyul stretched out his hand towards Cheon Areum, his boots already half-submerged in the thick scarlet sludge. Cheon Areum reached out, grasping Yoon Seoyul's hand just as the latter slid his other arm firmly around his waist. Yoon Seoyul lifted him into the air, carrying him over the congealed pool of blood below.
"I was thinking of tearing away the blood-coated snow...."
"Don't waste your energy."
Below the mountain, the terrain flattened into a vast plain, blanketed in snow, and the entire ground writhed with cloaked monsters—hundreds of them. They stood unnaturally still, as if frozen or waiting for someone to come out. If he had to guess, they were trying to protect the boss. At the far end of the plain, rising stark and alone from the frozen earth, stood a stone well. Ancient and cracked, it exuded negative energy—dense and enormous. Cheon Areum didn't need to draw any closer to know who the malignant energy belonged to.
"This place is also full of those monsters."
