"Who are you?"
Her voice was hoarse as she spoke and her brown eyes were dilated as she stared at him in shock, as though she hadn't recovered herself from her ominous prophecy she spouted.
"Who else would I be but Hwarang?" He questioned her with raised brows sarcastically.
She was looking at him in a strange way, as if he was something else other than Hwarang, while he kept staring at her in silence. Her brown eyes flashed as if lightning had struck through it and her composed demeanour was suddenly retained.
"You said some things." Hwarang spoke carefully as he observed her intently, making sure she had come back from whatever dimension she was lost to.
She was no longer in a deteriorated state, but the way she stared at him was unfathomable and odd.
"I know very well what I said." She said in a firm tone as she straightened her clothes and tucked the strands of hair that had come loose from the wind back in place.
