Wooyun quickly shook off those thoughts. Now wasn't the time to be thinking about his chances of losing.
The ground stopped shaking, and the path opened, revealing not one, but two figures emerging from the hazy smoke. A sharp voice cut through the brief silence, cursing about the inordinate amounts of leaves and vines blocking their sight.
The second voice that followed it was lighter in tone, almost as if it was teasing the other for being dramatic. The other voice was about to retort with some not-so-nice words when they were cut short. Stepping into the light, Wooyun and Dasom could finally see who the voices belonged to, though Dasom already had a sneaking suspicion.
"Of course it's you guys," she huffed. Her tone sounded annoyed, but her face softened almost in relief at the sight of them.
Wooyun couldn't help but smile. Well, there are worse people to get struck with—
"Ugh, it's the goblin and the useless young lord," Chan-woo snapped.
Scratch that.
