Book 28 Chapter 1
Preface
— The Unceasing Rain
Swoooooosh!
It was pouring rain.
As if a hole had been ripped open in the sky.
The sound of raindrops striking the ground resonated fiercely in his eardrums.
Na Baegcheon looked up at the sky.
Swoooooosh!
The rain crazily beat against his face and body. His right hand, gripping his sword, was submerged in the grass, and his left hand rested near his chest. He was currently lying in a grassy field.
Trees surrounded him, encircling him. But the space where he lay was as if it had been carved out of the forest, empty. Not a single one of those many trees could serve as his umbrella.
He briefly lifted his left hand. It was filled with red blood, but it was quickly washed away by the falling raindrops.
It was his own blood.
The wound he sustained 'that time' had re-opened. How many times had it been already? He didn't even have time for the wound to heal.
Swoooooosh.
The rain poured down like mad, striking his entire body.
His body was growing cold.
He had to move. He had to get up from this spot.
He tried to lift his right arm. However, the sword felt as if it weighed ten thousand pounds, refusing to budge. His legs wouldn't move either. His body felt heavy as lead. It felt as if he were sinking into the ground.
How long had it been?
Since he had been so grievously wounded, lying on the ground, unable to move an inch.
His eyelids grew heavy. His eyes were closing more and more.
He was tired. Terribly tired.
He wanted to sleep…
His eyelids repeatedly opened and closed. The rain had gotten into his eyes, and his vision was blurry, as if he were looking through a fog.
'How did it come to this….'
For someone who was the leader of the Jeongcheon Alliance to be lying in an unremarkable field, what on earth was this?
'How pathetic.'
He had no words to say even if he heard such a thing. Truly pathetic.
Tired.
There would be no more pursuit today…
'To think that those seven were this strong….'
Tired. Sleep was coming. His consciousness was drifting further and further away. Something was draining from his body.
He wanted to sleep… His eyes closed. Complete darkness descended.
Even the cold rain could no longer awaken his consciousness.
As the darkness slowly spread across his vision, a face appeared within that darkness.
'Yerinn….'
I wanted to see your smile…
He felt so sorry that as a father, he couldn't even return a single smile to his daughter's face. And next to her, another face appeared.
'My love….'
He saw Bingwol Seonja Yecheong, his wife, as majestic and proud as the moon.
He should be grateful for her staying with such an old husband…
He wanted to sleep…
Na Baegcheon's consciousness began to slowly descend into the darkness.
'Where exactly did it go wrong….'
What would happen to this martial world from now on?
His doubts began to fall deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Stomp, stomp. Footsteps were heard from afar.
'Have they finally arrived….'
It seemed like today would be his end.
'I wanted to have a meal together with my whole family one more time… I'm sorry….'
I wanted to see the smiles of both of them one more time…
Na Baegcheon's consciousness completely fell to the bottom of the abyss.
Swoooooosh!
The fierce rain, so heavy that he couldn't see an inch ahead, began to strike his body.
And then, seven figures converged around him.
Through the pouring rain, their figures blurred like shadows, glimpsed fleetingly.
On their chests, they bore a constellation-shaped pattern connecting seven stars.
With that sight as the last—
Na Baegcheon's consciousness fell into the abyss of darkness and plummeted endlessly.