His chest aches in pain, courtesy of the cut made by the shikigami. The hallway behind him crashes down, going towards the starting point of this chapter of his life. The notes in Korean are carried by an improvised bag made of cloth ripped from a blanket in the onmyoji's room.
While he can't read it, out there must be someone able, and to decipher it. If onmyoji were a thing before or started to be after the apocalypse, it would be a question of its own, one without answer until the wrench that tarnished Nataly's memory is found and taken care of.
Wolf Prince's "eyes" shine in the dark, as if angry like him. Ever since he "awakened", it felt oddly alive, even more than it was back in the base, when its pulsating call reached him. 'Is this a side effect of being a catalyst to my power?'
