Chapter 577: Wildfire (1)
“The currents have turned against us.”
“Cult Master, King of Western Darkness. What’s with the sudden declaration?”
“It was a game I accepted with a light heart... but it’s no longer a game. Is the Southern Emperor still blocked by Bukdo? This isn’t the time to go easy on him just because they share the same bloodline. We’ll need to act quickly now.”
“The Southern Emperor... come to think of it, I’ll have to ask the greatest master of the North for his help as well. Cult Master, well said.”
“Shut up and pour more of your vital energy into this spell formation. At this point, it’s one or the other—either I overturn the Gate of the North, or the King of Yaryul flips the entire northern realm on its head.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t care about anything else. Just find my Great Warrior already.”
“Every last one of you is insane. I wash my hands of this.”
***
A snow-covered mountain peak buried under millennia of white.
Sunlight, damp and glistening, streamed beneath the silver mask of the Northern King Yaryul. The light shimmered even more clearly due to the blanket of snow that coated the world in white.
He was crying. Crying silently.
It was the first time this had ever happened in his short life—at least since the creation of Jeongga Donggong. Every subtle twitch around his eyes felt unfamiliar to him.