Chan-woo was an interesting opponent to fight with. His blade was always shrouded in shadow, making it hard to pinpoint where he would strike. His face remained expressionless, but Wooyun couldn't miss the sadistic glint in his eyes. It was as if he had all this pent-up frustration and contempt for him that he could finally let out.
Wooyun was cautious as he watched the young man's blade slipping in and out of sight as if swallowed by the dark. He lunged first, a shadow trailing behind his strike, fast and deceptive.
