The towering angel took a single step forward.
The sound was not loud—but it was heavy.
Stone grinding against stone echoed through the chamber like a distant earthquake.
Before Seung-hoo could fully close the distance, the angel's arm moved.
It was too fast for something so massive.
A blur of stone swept through the air and struck him in mid-leap.
"—Gah!"
Seung-hoo was launched backward like a broken arrow. His body smashed into the far wall with a violent crack, sending dust and fragments of stone raining down around him.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and his sword slipped slightly from his grip as he slid down the wall to one knee.
The chamber fell silent again.
Then
a shim rings out
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|[ Ding! System Active ]|
|[ System grants indestructible shield around individual for 30 seconds ]|
|[ Uses: 2 / 30 ]|
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Seung-hoo falls to the floor, silently thanking his System for the protection.
he only has 25 seconds left in his indestructible shield.
Seung-hoo coughed and forced himself back to his feet.
"…It barely moved," he muttered, eyes locked on the angel.
The boss stood exactly where it had been after attacking, wings spread slightly now, its stone face still frozen in sorrow. Dust drifted from its body like ash. The massive book it had thrown lay cracked on the floor nearby, but even broken, it pulsed with strange energy.
The angel slowly raised one arm.
Cracks of light spread across its stone fingers.
Seung-hoo felt the pressure in the room increase, like gravity itself had grown heavier.
He dashed forward.
Electricity surged around his legs as he sprinted, his footsteps exploding against the floor. The angel responded by slamming its palm downward.
The ground ruptured.
Stone spikes burst upward in a jagged line toward him. Seung-hoo twisted his body and slid between them, sparks flying from his sword as he used it to deflect a rising slab of rock.
He leaped again, higher this time, sword blazing yellow.
The angel tilted its head.
Its wings unfolded halfway, and with a single slow motion, it swept them outward.
A shockwave of dust and shattered stone blasted toward Seung-hoo.
He crossed his arms in front of his face as he was pushed back through the air, spinning before landing hard on the floor. The impact sent him rolling across the chamber until he collided with a pillar and stopped.
The angel began to walk.
One step.
Then another.
Each movement echoed like a funeral bell.
Its stone eyes never left him.
Seung-hoo pushed himself up, bloodless but shaking from the force of the blows. His sword flickered with unstable light as he dragged it along the ground, sparks tracing behind him.
"So you don't scream… you don't roar…" he whispered.
"You just walk."
The angel lifted its arm again, and the shattered stone book on the floor began to rise, floating back into its grasp piece by piece. Fragments reassembled in the air, forming the massive tome once more.
The pages opened by themselves.
Inside, glowing runes burned like trapped stars.
The room darkened.
Shadows stretched across the walls, crawling toward Seung-hoo's feet.
He rushed forward again, shouting as he swung his blade. A bolt of lightning tore from his sword and struck the angel's chest, exploding into light and smoke.
For the first time, the angel staggered half a step backward.
Dust poured from its cracked torso.
But it did not fall.
Instead, it raised the glowing book and brought it down toward the floor in a slow, deliberate motion.
Seung-hoo felt the air twist.
The chamber trembled violently, and the floor beneath him began to split apart in massive fractures, forcing him to leap aside again as stone collapsed where he had just stood.
He landed near the center of the room, breathing hard, sweat running down his face.
The angel loomed above him, its sorrowful face staring down in complete silence.
Seung-hoo's sword glows with a yellow light, this time even stronger than before
Then, The weeping angel starts spreading its wings, the walls crack as the wings spread out.
Seung-hoo steadied his breathing, staring up at the towering stone angel.
Its wings were fully spread now, scraping against the walls of the chamber. Cracks glowed faintly across its body, but its presence was still overwhelming—silent, heavy, and unshakable.
"…I need to see through you," Seung-hoo whispered.
His eyes flashed.
A strange light surged within them as he activated his ability "Eye of truth"
For a brief moment, the world shifted—layers of energy and hidden structures revealing themselves before him. The angel's body glowed with an immense storm of power, so dense it distorted the air around it.
Seung-hoo gasped.
The flow of energy was too much.
Pain stabbed behind his eyes, and the vision shattered like broken glass. He staggered back, clutching his face.
"…Too much mana… I can't read it."
The angel picks up it's stone book and raised it once more and stepped forward.
The ground cracked beneath its weight.
Seung-hoo forced himself upright.
"Then I'll break you instead."
Lightning exploded around his sword as he charged again, weaving between falling debris and shockwaves. He leaped upward, swinging with everything he had.
His blade struck the angel's left wing.
A loud CRACK split the chamber.
Stone fragments burst outward as a long fracture ran across the wing. The angel's body lurched, finally losing its perfect balance.
And inside the broken stone—
Something glimmered.
A crystal.
Embedded deep within the wing, glowing faintly with pale white light.
Seung-hoo's eyes widened.
"…There."
Before the angel could react, he twisted in midair and brought his sword down on the exposed crystal.
The moment the blade touched it—
The crystal shattered into light.
A wave of energy burst outward, forcing the angel to stagger backward. Its movements became slower, heavier, as if its body had suddenly gained unbearable weight. Cracks spread rapidly across its torso and arms.
The once-silent chamber filled with the sound of crumbling stone.
But the angel did not fall.
It raised its remaining wing and swung the massive book again, sending Seung-hoo skidding across the floor. He barely caught himself, coughing as dust filled his lungs.
His sword still crackled with lightning.
"…One more," he muttered.
The angel took another step, dragging its damaged wing behind it.
Seung-hoo sprinted forward, dodging falling stone and leaping onto a fractured pillar. Using it as a platform, he launched himself high into the air once more.
He struck the angel's second wing.
Another deafening CRACK echoed through the chamber.
The wing split apart, revealing the same glowing crystal buried within its core.
The angel froze.
Its sorrowful face tilted slightly, as if realizing something for the first time.
Seung-hoo didn't hesitate.
He drove his sword straight into the crystal.
Light erupted.
The crystal shattered into countless fragments, dissolving into glowing dust. The angel's entire body began to fracture, lines of light racing through every crack in its stone form.
Its wings crumbled.
Its arms weakened.
The massive stone book slipped from its hands and crashed to the floor.
The angel sank to its knees, its towering form collapsing inward as the chamber trembled violently. Stone peeled away from its body in sheets, revealing nothing but fading light within.
Finally, with one last heavy sound, the weeping angel fell forward.
The dust slowly settled.
Silence returned to the chamber—deeper than before.
Seung-hoo stood in the middle of the ruined floor, sword still glowing faintly in his trembling hand, staring at the collapsed remains of the once-terrifying angel.
Then a shim rang out
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|[ Ding! System Active ]|
|[ Individual Successfully Defeated The Boss Of The Rift ]|
|[ Rewarding Individual For Completing The Quest ]|
|[ Skill Max-level Growth Successfully gained The +100 reward ]|
|[ Time remaining: 2 minutes ]|
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Suddenly, the air in front of Seung-hoo twisted and folded in on itself.
A circular portal bloomed open with a deep, echoing hum. Pale light poured out, washing over his dust-covered body. Without stopping, Seung-hoo stepped forward.
The moment he crossed through, the dead silence of the tower vanished.
Noise rushed in all at once.
Car engines screeched in the distance. Sirens wailed. Voices overlapped in panic and command. Cold night air hit his face as his boots touched solid asphalt instead of cracked stone.
Streetlights blinded him for a second.
When his vision cleared, he saw them.
Rows of soldiers and police officers surrounded the area behind metal barricades. Their weapons were raised, their faces tense and alert. Searchlights snapped toward him, locking onto his figure as if he were another monster crawling out of the Rift.
No one moved.
Seung-hoo slowly straightened his back. Dust fell from his clothes. Faint yellow sparks still flickered along his sword, illuminating his tired face.
Behind him, the portal began to shrink.
The swirling light collapsed inward, spiraling tighter and tighter until it was no larger than a window. Soldiers watched in disbelief, some stepping back instinctively.
A single voice broke the silence.
"…It's closing."
The Rift trembled once, then dissolved into nothing.
Empty air remained where a gateway to another world had just existed.
Shock spread across the soldiers' faces.
Weapons lowered slightly. A few officers stared at the space where the Rift had been, as if expecting it to reopen. Radios crackled with hurried reports, confirming what everyone had just witnessed.
Rift neutralized.
Seung-hoo let out a long breath he didn't realize he was holding.
He took one step forward, then another. The crowd parted cautiously, unsure whether to approach him or keep their distance. His clothes were torn, his body marked with dust and cracks of dried blood, and his eyes still carried the weight of the battle he had just survived.
A senior officer walked closer, stopping a few meters away.
"You came out alone," he said quietly.
Seung-hoo nodded once. "Yeah."
That was all he said.
No cheers followed. Only stunned silence and the distant echo of sirens. The soldiers slowly relaxed, their rigid stances softening as the reality sank in.
Someone whispered, "Did He just clear the Rift alone?"
Seung-hoo looked back one last time at the empty street where the Rift had vanished.
The tower.
The angel.
The maze.
All of it was gone.
Only the night remained, filled with flashing lights and the sound of the world moving on.