Ian ducked behind a crumbling pagoda pillar, heart thudding so loud it felt like a war drum in his chest. He snagged a handful of dusty rubble and let it slip through his fingers, watching each grain fall like a countdown to disaster.
Okay, Ian, he chided himself, keep it together. He drew a ragged piece of cotton over his forehead to hide the faint glow of his bloodline aura. His robes, once pristine, were now frayed and smeared with ash. He tugged the hood low, willing the shadow to swallow his face.
A breeze whispered through broken tiles, carrying a scent like scorched iron. Ian's pulse stuttered.
"Look sharp," he muttered under his breath, eyes scanning the shattered courtyard. "He's gotta be here somewhere…"
And then, there. Standing tall atop the ruined altar, silhouetted by a silver moonbeam, was Super Hunter Jun.
