The whole day had been a blur of celebration. The demons cheered, the Clan Lords feasted, and Balor's servants had filled the air with music and laughter. But Seojun? He sat alone in the quiet of his house, staring into the dimly lit space. He had barely touched the food that was delivered to him, too lost in thought to enjoy the festivities.
The chants of "Lord Seojun" still echoed in his ears, yet the question that gnawed at him wouldn't let go: How did I defeat Nerathiel?
He sighed deeply and sat up from his resting position, rubbing his face with his hands. His body still ached from the battle, the sensation of Nerathiel's blade piercing through his stomach fresh in his memory. He shook his head, unable to push the thought away.
I should've died, he thought grimly. I was too weak... too injured. When his final blow struck me, I lost consciousness. That should have been the end... but I'm still here.
Seojun closed his eyes, calling for his system.
