The overwhelming magnetic force surrounding them was unlike anything Rim Young had witnessed before. In his state of rampage, Wi Hajoon was pushing his power to its absolute extreme, caring nothing for the consequences to his own body. Rim Young looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, his cheeks still damp and his vision blurred.
If Wi Hajoon's personal weapon had remained strapped to his thigh instead of being ripped into the towering pile of metal, then that meant that he had recognized it. He had purposely kept it with him. There was clearly still a chance at bringing him back.
