It had been three days since we buried Soo-Ah. That day, I cried uncontrollably—for the first time in a long time, I didn't hold back. It felt like a debt I had to pay, a price for my failure. It was my fault, after all.
But now, we were traveling further east. I only knew one thing: Jeong Suhan was out there, somewhere. Finding him in this vast world felt like chasing a shadow—an almost impossible task.
So we decided to search for civilization. If Kim Ha-Joon had managed to build his so-called empire, it stood to reason that others might have done the same. Somewhere out there, in this sprawling world, someone would hold the key to finding him.
Those at the top always craved more power. In this untamed world, new kings and emperors would emerge, rising to the top and enslaving the weak. But I would never be one of their pawns. I would never be tamed. I would always stand above their empires.
