Chapter 12: Entry.
Somewhere far away, at a cliff so high one could possibly touch the clouds.
The atmosphere chill and misty.
There stood a man in neat, exquisite white garment clothing.
Long brown hair dancing with the wind.
Having one hand behind his back and the other holding up a hand fan covering his face, only giving space for his eyes.
He faces the edge of the cliff as if waiting for someone.
From behind him a voice is heard.
"I hope you are aware that we can’t keep meeting like this right?"
The owner of the voice, a male walking closer, wearing a thick red garment and a black mask, looking like an assassin.
His black hair neatly packed behind.
And hanging by his waist was the rumored treasure, the Chained Blood Scythe of Sangdaejong.