Childhood Friend of the Zenith

The elderly woman, her white hair disheveled, stared at me as though she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Others, who were on the verge of dashing forward, froze in place, their faces similarly dumbfounded.

Yeoseon, who had been so calm and composed moments earlier, now looked visibly rattled.

“How... how did you...?”

I tilted my head as if genuinely confused.

“What do you mean ‘how’?”

“You said to cross the line and tap your shoulder. So, I did.”

I did exactly as instructed—nothing more, nothing less.

It was such a simple matter when you thought about it.

‘Of course, I did use a few tricks.’

I glanced around briefly, taking in the surroundings once more.

This entire place was a formation—I’d known that the moment I stepped through the entrance.