Shin Yuwol's grip tightened on her blade, her knuckles whitening as she grappled with Han Soyeong's biting accusations. The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken truths.
Beneath them, the floor pulsed with faint, eerie patterns. Hidden in the shadows, the manager had been fine-tuning the magic circle, biding her time for the perfect moment. The preparations were nearly complete—only the final activation remained. The challenge now was whether the two swordmasters would evade the spell. Despite her careful adjustments, the circle would emit a brief, unavoidable flash of light upon activation.
They won't dodge it, will they?
The glow would last less than a second. For most, reacting and escaping in that fleeting moment would be impossible. But these were no ordinary foes—they were trained swordmasters, their instincts honed to a razor's edge. Complacency wasn't an option.
If they sensed the light, detected the faintest hint of danger, and leaped out of range…
