Chapter 35
Steel.
Hamit's usually chatty and light voice shifted, now dripping with hostility, and Seowoon casually turned his head to scan the surroundings.
He didn't feel any particular sense of unease, nor did his qi-sense pick up on anything.
"Can you pinpoint the direction?"
—I can't tell exactly. But my gut never steers me wrong when it feels this filthy.—
"Did some of the survivors tail us?"
Hamit spoke as he watched Seowoon calmly map out a route, sorting his items and stowing them in his subspace.
—Shouldn't we either close in or get the hell away?—
"We don't even know where they are yet. Best thing in this kind of situation is to act like nothing's wrong, lure them out by dropping our guard."
After looting the chest of the woman who'd died to his arrow, Seowoon moved on to the mage's box.
The moment he opened it, the item he'd been eyeing was right there.