The hymn spilled from Seok Jin's mouth like poison wrapped in velvet.
Not a chant. Not a prayer.
A command to reality.
The air twisted.
The walls cracked.
Choir glyphs pulsed across the floor like veins beneath dying skin.
Azari fell to her knees, hands clamped over her ears.
"Make it stop—" she gasped.
Jung Min didn't move.
Didn't flinch.
Didn't speak.
He just shot.
One bullet. Right through the chest.
But Seok Jin didn't fall.
The wound bloomed, then vanished—swallowed by the song.
"You always lacked faith," Seok Jin said, eyes glowing faint gold.
"No," Jung Min replied. "I lost it on purpose."
Seok Jin raised a single finger.
A glowing Choir seal flared beneath Jung Min's boots.
He dove to the side—too slow.
The spell erupted in a pulse of light.
Pain shot through his spine—like being dropped from heaven headfirst.
His body hit the altar wall with a thud. He coughed blood.
"Your guilt's heavier than your gun, Hwang Jung Min."
"Still light enough to aim," Jung Min growled, lifting his arm.
Azari screamed.
The relic flared—pure, defiant light—blasting Seok Jin's voice off-key.
He winced.
The choir stuttered.
And that was all Jung Min needed.
He fired again—Silence Round.
The bullet curved, midair, singing its own counter-hymn.
It struck Seok Jin just below the collarbone.
No blood. Just stillness.
His mouth froze open. No sound came out.
Azari gasped. The noise stopped. The pressure lifted.
Jung Min stood slowly, wiping blood from his lip.
"Say goodbye, Father."
Seok Jin raised his hand—shaking now, desperate.
"No more sermons," Jung Min muttered.
Bang.
The bullet hit Seok Jin's head dead center.
This time, there was blood.
He crumpled at the foot of the altar like a broken relic.
Silence.
Jung Min walked over and looked down at the corpse.
"You should've stayed dead."
Azari sat against the wall, catching her breath.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I will be. That was one of the Choir?"
Jung Min nodded. "One of the three."
Her eyes widened. "So… two left?"
He picked up the relic. Still warm in his hand.
"No," he said. "There's more."
Azari stood.
"Then why did you say three?"
He looked out through the broken stained glass, storm rolling on the horizon.
"Because I didn't want you to panic yet."
They walked out of the temple ruins together.
Behind them, the flames caught fast.
Holy symbols burned.
A dead saint. A dead lie.
And one more piece of God's song silenced.