The stairway twisted like a spine through the earth, carved with fire-worn symbols that pulsed faintly under their torches. The deeper they descended, the more the walls changed—from worked stone to fused glass, as if the very air had once burned molten.
No one spoke.
Even Ji-Mun walked in silence.
At the end of the path, a chamber opened—vast, domed, and eerily intact. Faint runes shimmered across the floor in concentric circles. At the center stood a sealed gate of obsidian, chained with golden links suspended in midair.
And before it… a creature knelt.
Its body was long and lean, like a wolf forged from volcanic glass. Where its eyes should have been, embers glowed like quiet stars. Its breath came slow, like a furnace dreaming.
Ma-Rok tensed. "Guardian beast."
Yul-Rin narrowed her eyes. "Not just any. That aura… it's fused with ancient fire qi. Elemental and sentient."
Sun-Ho stepped forward.
The beast stirred.
A low hum vibrated through the chamber—not a growl, but a memory waiting to wake.
Then the voice came.
> "Hwan-Seok."
It didn't speak through mouth or sound. It resonated—in his bones, his qi, his very breath.
> "You sealed me here to keep your own sins buried. Why return?"
Sun-Ho inhaled.
"I am not the same man."
> "All who change claim it. Few mean it."
The beast rose, obsidian claws scraping the stone. Its voice deepened.
> "Do you remember the valley?"
The air shifted.
And suddenly—they all saw it.
The sky was red. The valley below burned like a cracked hearth. Screams echoed across the cliffs. And at the center stood Hwan-Seok—face cold, sword drenched, eyes empty.
Na-Eun's blood still stained the grass behind him.
Yul-Rin gasped.
Even Ji-Mun took a step back.
Yeon reached out instinctively toward Sun-Ho, whose hands had curled into fists.
"I remember," Sun-Ho said.
His voice wavered. But he did not look away.
The illusion held.
> "You razed three clans. You unleashed forbidden fire. You created me to guard what you were ashamed to face."
The beast took a step forward.
> "You cannot proceed unless you defeat me."
Sun-Ho exhaled slowly.
"I didn't come to defeat you."
> "Then you will die here.
> As you should have long ago."**
Flames spiraled around the beast's form. The runes on the floor flared, preparing for battle.
So-Ri stepped forward, but Sun-Ho held out a hand.
"Let me."
He stepped into the rune circle.
Yeon's voice cracked. "But you can't use fire here—it'll feed the chamber!"
"I won't," Sun-Ho replied.
Not fire.
Not lightning.
He closed his eyes.
And invoked wind.
A soft breeze curled from his fingers—gentle, formless, but steady. It swirled through the room, not to challenge—but to cool. To carry memory, not erase it.
The beast's flames faltered.
Wind stirred across its blackened fur.
Sun-Ho lowered his head. "You were born from my grief. My fury. My inability to choose mercy over vengeance."
The wind circled again, weaving through the illusion. The valley began to dim.
"I won't kill you. I won't fight you. Because I'm done using power to bury guilt."
The beast hesitated.
> "Then what… are you?"
Sun-Ho opened his eyes. "A man learning to hold a blade without swinging it."
Silence.
The flames around the creature dimmed.
The illusion faded.
And for the first time, the guardian bowed.
> "Then you may pass."
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The golden chains vanished, one by one, like embers consumed by morning.
The gate opened with no sound.
Beyond it lay another chamber—smaller, intimate. At its center, a pedestal. Upon it rested a blade unlike any other.
It wasn't ornate. Its hilt was wrapped in scorched cloth. The scabbard was cracked. But the aura around it pulsed gently.
So-Ri stepped forward. "Is that…?"
Ji-Mun blinked. "Looks half-dead."
Sun-Ho stepped toward it.
"No. It's just waiting."
He gripped the hilt gently. The moment his fingers touched the leather, a pulse shot through the air—not violent. Just firm.
A whisper filled the room:
> "You chose mercy."
Then the blade warmed in his hand.
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Yeon watched all of it.
Not with envy.
But awe.
He walked to the guardian beast slowly.
It sat once more in its circle, its form calm.
Yeon bowed.
"Thank you," he whispered.
The beast inclined its head.
> "You will one day hold a blade of your own.
> Choose the path that doesn't forget."**
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They left the chamber slowly.
No triumph.
Just reflection.
Yul-Rin broke the silence after some time. "You didn't need to defeat it."
"No," Sun-Ho said. "But I needed to prove I wouldn't become it again."
Ma-Rok grunted approvingly. "That blade felt heavy. Not in weight. In purpose."
Ji-Mun snorted. "Yeah, yeah. Blade of Broken Feels. Can we get lunch now?"
But Yeon lagged behind.
Sun-Ho turned.
"You felt it too?" he asked the boy.
Yeon nodded.
"Not everything has to be burned," he said quietly.
Sun-Ho placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Exactly."
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End of Chapter 121 – Guardian of the Broken Flame
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