Meanwhile, on the rooftop far from the battlefield, Song Woo-Ji's breath came in harsh gasps, his entire body trembling, drenched in cold sweat.
It had taken every ounce of his strength to keep his gaze locked on Volk's monstrous form from afar, the terrible power he'd witnessed making his stomach twist with dread.
Finally catching his breath, he looked at his master with pleading eyes. "Master, we need to go. Let's leave now. I made that monster occupied for the moment… let's use this chance to escape."
But his words only met with the stubborn, unyielding stare of the middle-aged woman, her face sharp and calculating as she kept her focus trained on Volk's distant silhouette.
She gave her head a slight shake. "No, Song Woo-Ji. We cannot leave this battlefield just yet."
Her tone was firm, carrying a weight of experience that was impossible to question.
