A Terminal Healer Needs an Obsessive Maniac

The White Wing faction, with their power completely contrasting the Black Wing forces, initially hesitated in their assault. Yet, despite their efforts to protect their realm, they could not even lay a finger on Choi Kang-Hu and Ryu Seo-Ha.

At first, each member of the White Wing fought independently, true to their nature. However, as the threat escalated, they transformed into a unified force, coordinating their attacks like an army that had practiced together for millennia. Even so, none could stop Choi Kang-Hu, who had consumed a significant number of cores.

Despite the strength of their newfound bonds, formed through a shared belief in what they considered “justice,” the White Wing forces fought together far longer than the Black Wing. Still, after three continuous days and nights of battle, they too realized they could not win and scattered across various dimensions, just as the Black Wing had done.

“Are you okay?”

Choi Kang-Hu glanced down at Ryu Seo-Ha, who was applying buffs to himself, his expression laced with concern.

“…Yes.”

“You don’t look okay at all.”

Even if buffs and potions could keep a body functioning, fighting for three days without rest took a tremendous mental toll. Though Ryu Seo-Ha was used to staying up all night and overworking, unlike Choi Kang-Hu, who had survived the Abyss, he had never experienced a situation where he couldn’t afford to relax, even for a moment.

“Let’s head back to Earth for now.”@@novelbin@@

“…We should chase them down and finish them.”