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[Story mode]

On the field stained in a red hue.

The ground collapses under the clash of the Guryomyeongma and the Ilshimilro's decisive technique, the cracked earth is crushed as if it were crumpling, and a wave of high heat strikes the ground.

“Ugh!”

“Is this the kind of damage even at this distance?!”

“Hang on!! If we can't block the shockwave with all our strength, we’re dead!!”

The knights of the enemy and the powerful right-hand man, Geukgom Jangsu, along with the Mukwongeomgaek's warriors, desperately exerted their strength to dissipate the shockwave.@@novelbin@@

Drip.

Blood flows from their mouths, and their hands feel as if they might tear apart.

Merely holding on is reaching its limit.

The harsh clash speaks volumes about their helplessness.

They are nothing compared to that.

Fighting shoulder to shoulder with the Mukwongeomgaek, it's now impossible to do so again.

It was that wide of a gap.

It was that kind of despair.

That awe.

That helplessness.

Inside them, another nightmare was born.

[You’ve realized it now. What you should despair about.]

[Indeed. True despair is not far.]

[An ideal that can never be touched, that alone becomes an insurmountable despair.]

“Ah! What an unbelievable mistake!!”

“No! That feeling of defeat was nothing more than a comparison of primal strength as a warrior!!”

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