The icy wind whipped across their faces as Seung, Jaemin, Jinhu, and Sunny materialized on the snow-covered mountainside. Their eyes immediately darted upward, scanning the jagged cliff face looming above them.
Sunny's jaw clenched, a muscle twitching along his temple as he let out a low, guttural growl of frustration.
"I knew it! It's him!"
Up on the cliff's edge, Gu Doyoung's hands moved in intricate patterns as he wove his spell. His concentration wavered for just a moment as he caught sight of the group below. His eyes narrowed as they locked onto a familiar face.
"Mm? What's he doing here?" Doyoung muttered, his brow furrowing slightly before he refocused on his incantation.
Seung's gaze darted between his friends and the figures above. He didn't fully grasp the situation, but every instinct screamed that they needed to act fast. Whatever dark ritual was unfolding, it had to be stopped before it was too late.
