Another snap of fingers echoed in the quiet room. The walls broke apart and the light of the room returned.The figure still floated in front of them [murmuring to itself]: "Impossible, to bu say."
Rumi: it was an illusion, but who broke reak through the illusion from outside for someone his age, it's good to see some useful people on master's side. Sadly... one of them must suffer today."
A cold voice: "Gaeson, defeat him."Cheol with a smirk: "As yoit, the finger snaps. "Do you happen to have an idea on this, Cheol?"Cheol [in an arrogant way]: "Your knight's on move to eli—"
Suddenly, with an almost invisible movement, Cheol was knocked into the wall, cracking it upon impact. Without any movement he fell to the ground, out cold.Alesha [still in a state of shock]: "What was that sound just now, please explain me something... " I felt hazy...Rumi [trying to calm herself]: "Good, she's down." I needed something, somethi— That's it. [with a loud scream]: "Cheol, take yourself and these two out and call for help!"Cheol: ....
A magic circle burned itself around Rumi's hands as she fixed her gaze.
Rumi [another scream]: "Come at me, you ugly thing, if you have any guts face me." I hoped he wasn't strong enough to break through it.
Without even wasting a second, the figure launched itself towards Rumi, this time swinging its scythe sideways, aiming to behead Rumi. But—it didn't pass through.Rumi: his attacks were really strong; at this rate the Ki barrier would give up in three attacks.
At that moment Cheol woke, blood dripping hot from the back of his head. In an instant, he seized Inglen and Alesha, dashed towards the door with all his might, and hurled himself straight into it, splintering it open.
The figure's head snapped violently toward Cheol.Rumi [crying out loud]: "No, don't you dare touch them!"
With trembling resolve, Rumi gripped the scythe of the thing. In that instant, a hand burst out from the dark cloak, piercing straight through her guts. Cheol, hearing her scream, glanced back—what he saw froze the breath in his lungs. The hand was lodged deep inside Rumi, blood pouring from her lips, her dress drowning in red.
A roar of rage boiled in Cheol's chest.Inglen, regaining consciousness, caught sight of the horror. His heart cracked under the weight of it. A guilt sharper than any blade tore through him—he knew this creature was here because of him.
Inglen [crying, voice broken]: Whhhhhhhhyyyyyyy hhhhherr? It waas mee not... her? Nnnnnooo, not her...The empty streets carried his voice, a wail swallowed by thunder.
Rain began to lash the earth in sheets, cold and merciless. Among the falling drops, Inglen felt a warm, sticky trail slide down his face. He lifted his gaze to the sky through blurred vision. There, he saw Cheol—eyes bloodshot, streaming tears of crimson, his face void of all expression. He released both Inglen and Alesha from his hands.
And then—he vanished.
In the blink of an eye, he reappeared before the figure. Inglen's mind shattered against the speed, the violence of it. Not a swing, not a step could he perceive. All he could see were eruptions of blood, scattering across the floor wherever their afterimages collided—phantoms locked in a battle beyond human sight.
though after what seemed only a few minutes Cheol flew towards the tables all drenched in blood with , twisted limbs. At that moment something rose in inglens mind, a story:
Inglen:day 4047, todays story , Saint George and the Dragon,
[Long ago, in the land of Silene, a terrible dragon plagued the kingdom. It poisoned the countryside, killed flocks, and spread fear among the people. To appease the monster, the townsfolk sacrificed sheep and cattle. But when no animals remained, the king decreed that young maidens would be chosen by lot and given to the dragon.
One day, the king's own daughter, the princess, was chosen. Though heartbroken, the king obeyed his law and sent her, dressed as a bride, to the dragon's lair.
As she awaited her doom, a wandering knight named George arrived. When he saw her weeping, he vowed to protect her. Just then, the dragon emerged, roaring and ready to devour her.
George charged forward on horseback, carrying a spear and shield marked with a red cross. With courage and divine strength, he struck the dragon a mighty blow. The princess's girdle (belt) was then tied around the beast's neck, and the dragon followed her meekly like a hound.
George led it back to the city, where he struck again, finally slaying the dragon. The people were freed from terror, the princess saved, and the land rejoiced]
In that moment, various circles appeared above Inglen's body, glowing brightly before vanishing.
The Figure [noticing the magic in front of him]: "No… Master, you can't use that ability. Your body isn't prepared."
But he had no time to dwell on it, for Cheol had risen once again, gripping the handle of a chair. His neck tilted unnaturally, as though someone—or something—else had taken control.
Inside Cheol's mind:
"Hey, Cheol—give me the sword."
"N-no… my father bring… my father give me."
"I SAID GIVE IT TO ME!"
Cheol staggers backward, shoved by a force that feels like his own hands.
What… what is this? A blurry memory… Where am I? Is this… an isekai?
The world around him fractures into shards of broken glass, reflections of himself sneering back.
Then, his eyes snap open.
A voice—his own, but twisted, deeper, dripping with scorn—hisses in his skull:"At last. I am out of the backseat. You—the weak, pathetic self—were only keeping the seat warm. Now I am the driver. Sit back… and rot in the cage where you belong."
Cheol lifts his hair, glaring at the thing in front of him."You're the one who hurt my chick, aren't you? [a sigh] Go to hell now."
He snaps one leg off the chair, holding it like a sword. A cold breath escapes his lips. With a swift movement, he cuts through the figure—so cleanly it looks as if he never touched it at all.
Cheol's eyes widen."I see… so this is the reason he lost. Well, such childish tricks won't work on me. This thing slips into nothing when I strike, but reverts to physical form when it attacks back. Interesting… but useless."
The cloaked thing lunges forward, swinging its scythe. But before it can even realize what happened, its body is cut through. Cheol calmly wipes the chair leg with a fallen napkin, like blood on a blade.
While disintegrating, the cloaked figure laughs and cries:"This is just the start… worse things will come."
Cheol: "Yeah, f** off."*
Inglen, in a state of shock, stares.This isn't Cheol. Whoever this is… it's something bad. I don't know much about Cheol, but one thing's certain—everything about this is different from the Cheol I knew.
Cheol stretches his shoulders with a sigh."What a shame. She was fiery… but she would've been fine. Man, I'm tired. Now…
Cheol slumps back into a chair, spreading his arms wide across it."Let's chill down a bit. I must say… this hurts like hell."
Thud-thoop!
A man on a flying broom, tuxedo sharp, crash-lands straight into the counter of the restaurant.
Cheol smirks: "What is this, Harry Potter? Did I miss the invitation, or do clowns on brooms just stroll in without my permission now?"
The man pays no attention, scrambling frantically as his eyes dart across the wrecked shop before bolting outside.
Cheol drags himself up, chair leg in hand, and saunters after him. His grin sharpens into a mockery."What's the deal, you nerd—late for a wizard's tea party?"
Cheol : "Oi, stop Ignoring me, if you wanna to live. "
The stranger looking at Alesha"Do you have a hand in hurting my, Niece. "
Cheol: "What if I say yes , gonna cry ."
removing his coat and open his buttons"Face the consiquences then"