Minwoo stepped through the portal, back into the Knight Guild's base.
The air was tense.
Commanders whispered. Alarms pulsed. Kinro shifted beside him, eyes narrowed.
Lady Virell met them at the gate.
She handed Minwoo a report.
Minwoo read the last line.
He looked up.
Zone 7 was wrecked.
Buildings collapsed. Trees burned. The sky itself bent around the creature—a massive, shifting beast made of shadow, flame, bone, and something older than magic.
Kinro hovered above. "That's not a monster. That's a concept."
Minwoo stepped forward.
The Nexus Blade pulsed.
The beast turned.
It didn't roar. It didn't charge.
It recognized him.
Minwoo raised his blade.
He slashed once—through space, through memory, through fear.
The beast froze.
Then bowed.
A mark appeared on Minwoo's arm—seven fangs wrapped in flame.
Kinro landed beside him. "You just claimed a myth."
Minwoo turned to the Guild.