Chapter 179: The Road to Sampo (3)
The city’s night was silent.
No longer did dragons dance across the sky, nor did smoke rise in choking plumes, nor the moans of the dead echo through the streets.
Ruined buildings and bodies left to rot across the city were grim reminders of the day’s tragedy—but under the shroud of night, the darkness made no distinction between the living and the dead. It covered everything equally.
Somewhere, a child who’d lost their home dreamed. Somewhere else, the sleepless moon glanced over the city like a watchful eye.
And then, the silence was broken—by the sound of footsteps.
Not loud enough to rouse the slumbering city, but just enough to catch the attention of a dragon.
The red dragon, seated atop a ruined tower, turned its head just as Yeomyeong emerged from the rubble below.
He wore nothing heavy—no sword, not even a gun. Just light clothing.
[You’re late, Yeomyeong.]
“Apologies. Something came up.”
[No need to apologize. This much, I can understand.]
“...Understand? What do you mean?”