The beast's corpse still smoked when the disciples finally dared to step into the clearing. Their faces were pale, their eyes filled with fear and awe.
They glanced at Seo Jin—covered in blood, sitting half-slumped against a rock—and then quickly looked away, whispering to each other.
"He survived?"
"He actually fought beside the Lord?"
"No one has ever lasted this long…"
Seo Jin smirked despite his ragged breathing. Let them talk. I might look half-dead, but I didn't just survive. I got praised. That's basically legendary.
The fox sat proudly on his shoulder, puffing out its chest. "Host, did you hear? Your reputation is rising! Maybe next they'll start calling you the Lord's chosen one!"
Seo Jin muttered, "More like his chosen punching bag."
The Villain wiped his blade clean with a cloth, movements calm and precise, as if killing a monster like that was nothing. His expression was unreadable as always, cold as frost.
