Childhood Friend of the Zenith

I held onto the collapsed Cheonma and looked at Yarang.

Then, I turned my gaze to the side, where the torn dimension glowed faintly with golden energy.

Something was different.

Though I rode it to come here, this sense of unease was something I hadn’t felt back then.

I grabbed my chest with my hand. The energy was flowing inside me. I could feel the state of it.

The energy that once resided in my body was still scattered within my flesh, but at the same time, something was different.

‘There is no vessel.’

The vessel that should have contained the energy was gone.

It seemed as though it was just floating aimlessly in the air.

How could this be? It was a question, but I had already experienced so much that I didn’t find it too shocking.

‘As I said before…’

My ancestor had spoken to me.

‘This will only last for a moment. Before then, you must make your choice.’

The time I could endure without the vessel was probably less than half an hour.

This was due to my request to delay the choice, asking for more time to think for myself.

Upon hearing that, my ancestor agreed to my condition, but in exchange, ordered me to speak the name "Yehwa."

Ssssshhh.

I could feel the energy rising from within my body, moving on its own.

It was alien. It felt as though something was about to burst but wasn’t. It seemed ready to scatter at any moment but was held together.

An uncomfortable sensation, as though it would dissipate the moment I touched it.

I tried to ignore it and spoke to Yarang.

“……What are you? Where have you been?”@@novelbin@@

I frowned and asked.

I was certain we came together, yet now she’s nowhere to be seen, and only just showed up?

“What have you been doing?”

I swallowed the surging emotions inside. I was irritated, but this wasn’t Yarang’s fault.