Choi was pacing to and fro his room. It was past midnight but Insa had not returned yet. Where was that damn girl?
Footsteps began to approach his way. He looked up to see Insa entering the room. Her eyes had a deadpan look while her face was unreadable.
"Well?" Choi asked coldly.
"It is over," she declared. "The ritual is complete."
Relief spread over Choi's face. At least the ritual was over and Insa could finally be a proper shaman. But that Night Shadow ruined his plans to integrate the bloodlines.
"That darn son of a bitch!" he cursed, turning his back. He walked over to the window, fuming in anger as he recalled Hayoung's betrayal.
"The lapdog has bitten the hand which fed him," he snarled. "This is going to cost him a heavy price."
