Episode 80 – The Invitation That Smelled Like Trouble
The taxi was cheap, smelled like old cigarettes mixed with that sour leftover perfume drivers used when they didn't want to wash their seats, and every bump in the road made Kim Do-hyun's arm throb where the healer had patched him up. His head was leaned back against the worn-out leather, but his eyes weren't closed, not even for a second. They were locked on his own right hand, the fingers twitching like he wasn't fully sure they belonged to him anymore. The memory of that cursed sword still lingered in the veins of his palm, whispering like it wanted him to hold it again, promising power if he didn't mind losing a bit of his sanity in the trade.
He flexed his hand, opened and closed it, then muttered under his breath, half a joke, half a confession. "Damn… Han Sen. That guy… what the hell are you?"
