When Ryu Yeji opened his eyes again, he immediately felt something was seriously wrong.
He wasn't dead.
Eh? What?
Blinking rapidly, he looked around.
He was standing. His body was unharmed. The shredded agony and gruesome wounds he had endured moments ago was gone like it never happened in the first place.
This wasn't the same place—no, not even the same moment either.
He was standing at the center of a dimly lit room of sorts.
"What the hell just happened?" He muttered, glancing around in confusion.
Hadn't he been killed? That monstrous spirit had ripped him apart. He felt it—the piercing claws, the searing pain, the rush of blood. It was too vivid to be a hallucination.
But here he was, standing whole. Alive.
It didn't make sense.
Am I dreaming? Or... did something worse happen?
