Turning
Chapter 848

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Chapter 848

Yuder struggled to turn his head to look at Kishiar.

"Commander... what has... happened outside?"

Kishiar's protective magic had briefly cleared his vision, but it soon blurred red again. Despite the lifting of the curtain, the outside situation remained obscured. A foreboding wind whirled, something clattered to the ground, and a tumultuous noise was evident, but that was all he could discern.

Had it not been for his inherently sensitive senses, surpassing those of others, even this much would have been difficult to grasp.

"Commander...?"

No response came from Kishiar. Yuder called out again, and then a deep sigh sounded from above. After a moment of silence, Yuder finally heard the awaited response from the man.

"...A similar anomaly to the one that appeared over the southern branch of the Cavalry. It seems to have emerged here now."

Yuder, momentarily lying limp in Kishiar's embrace, reflexively tried to sit up. Had Kishiar not pressed him down into his arms again, he would have succeeded.

"You mustn't move. You've lost too much blood."

Kishiar spoke in a dispassionately calm voice as he lifted Yuder into his arms. Standing up, the man shouted orders to those around him.

"This man here, Nahan, cannot move anymore. Protecting the surrounding area until he is completely dead is the priority. Take Gakane and Kurga to where the priests are. Are the Cavalry guarding those cracks? Nathan too? ...Understood. I will head there shortly. And the assistant..."

'Cracks', plural.

More than one? Yuder gasped for air, clutching at Kishiar's clothes.

"What... Commander, how many cracks have appeared? Please, tell me the situation."

"..."

"Commander."

"..."

Amidst the chaos of running footsteps, the wind battering his body, and the unsettling downpour of sleet or hail, only the warmth of the one embrace shielding him remained distinct. A faint scream melded with the rest. From above, a low voice finally spoke.

"...You've already done more than enough. The natural choice would be to leave here for immediate treatment and rest. But even if I suggest you leave without worrying about what's behind, you won't comply easily, will you?"

"It's just a bit of blood, not as bad as it looks. I can talk without issue, and my limbs are fine. With a bit of rest, I could stand and walk."

"Nobody would believe that, seeing you bleed like this."

"The blood can just be wiped away."

"Can you even see what's right in front of you?"

His attempt to assert his well-being halted suddenly. It was the deep-set gaze, and the overwhelming pain conveyed through it, that silenced him.

Even through the blurred vision, he felt he could clearly discern the color of that gaze. It was the same look Kishiar had when he told Yuder not to apologize for wanting to do his part, the same one from when he had said he'd endure the pain himself.

"That is..."

Yuder's voice faltered, but still, he did not release his grip on Kishiar's clothes as he spoke again.

“I'm not suggesting I exert more strength right now. But I cannot leave in such a situation. I have the most knowledge about these strange cracks. It would be absurd for me to leave now. So just tell me the situation. That will be enough.”

"..."

A deeper sigh than before cascaded down upon him. Yuder felt arms, painfully tight, embrace him. Yet, the moment Yuder tensed, the grip relaxed.

“It’s been a while since I've felt so powerless.”

“Why would you say that, Commander? Please don't talk like that.”

“Because it's true.”

After saying this, the man laughed. It was a faint and blurry laugh, but it lingered.

As if that was the only way he knew how to express his sorrow.

Shielding Yuder from the hail and wind pouring down on them, the man stopped his long, trembling laughter, then stood up straight, still holding him.

“I'd like to knock you out and send you away, but as you said, it's not feasible for either of us to leave under the current circumstances. So, let's do what we can for now and assess the situation. Will that satisfy you?”

"...Thank you.”

Relief mixed into Yuder's voice, prompting Kishiar to laugh once more.

“That's much better to hear than an apology. So, you really are in a bearable condition.”

“Didn't I tell you? It's just a bit of blood.”

Of course, most of his strength was drained. The power of Nahan still made his head reel. Yet, based on his experience, this was not a serious injury.

'If my power was needed urgently, that would be a problem.’

“Wait here, - hey! Are there any priests here who can use divine power?"

Kishiar asked a passerby. The blurred figures of the members recognized Yuder and gasped before responding with a strict tone.

“We do have some, but the current situation is...”

In summary, most priests with usable divine power had evacuated outside, and a few who remained were tied up with Duke Herne's side.

“They won't come even if we call them. Understood."

Kishiar took off his ceremonial overcoat to cover Yuder and then carried him on his back.

“Stay still. I'll have to use divine power as discreetly as possible.”

“...What? But if there's a problem with your vessel, Commander…”

“To balance it, I need to use it evenly anyway.”

Kishiar curtly replied, adjusting Yuder on his back and swiftly covering his head with the overcoat. Soon, Yuder felt a warm current flowing from the hands supporting him.

The power that spread slowly from his legs was not at all painful, meticulously caressing Yuder's body. It was a sensation akin to when Kishiar's protective magic had been activated.

Various stiff organs in his body gradually gained new warmth. Areas that were throbbing or numb slowly eased, regaining peace. Inside his eyes, an indescribable tickling sensation turned warm and relaxed.

Enveloped in the overcoat, Kishiar's scent was strong, and Yuder, with his face buried in the back he was carried on, exhaled deeply.

"..."

"Are you alright?"

As the flow of power ceased, Kishiar quietly inquired. Yuder slowly poked his head out from under Kishiar's overcoat that had been draped over him.

The hail and wind, completely blocked before, now roughly ruffled his hair. The first thing he saw beyond the back he was lying on was the nape of Kishiar's neck, damp with sweat, and his golden hair.

His vision had almost fully returned. Sounds were clearer, and he could distinctly make out the surroundings.

The sky was almost as dark as night. A storm-like wind blew, and hail poured down fiercely. He could see several people rushing around, but the darkness was so dense that it was hard to recognize anyone.

And just as Kishiar had said, dark cracks were floating in the sky.

There were precisely three cracks, none of which had yet released anything.

"...Yes. I can see everything clearly now. You can put me down."

"I'd rather not."

"What?"

"It's not time yet."

The man briefly responded and continued walking towards a destination.

"It seems there are more people around than before the shadow curtain was deployed. I can't figure out why."

"We'll have to find out now. There might be something else happening outside."

Kishiar quickened his pace in response. Soon, someone approached them.

"Commander…. Oh."

The person who took a deep breath was Kanna.

"Yuder!"

"Kanna. Start with the situation report."

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Leonardo was calculative and astute, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had been observing Hugo for some time now. However, Leonardo's answer was something that even Hugo had not anticipated.

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

Due to that incident, Kang Mu-heon lost one of his legs, his closest friend, and his promising future. He closed off his heart and shut himself away alone.

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***

"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

Seung-jo's cries stabbed at his heart, wailing as if he were crying even though he wasn't, but there was no time to think further. He quickly clutched my stomach, got up, and ran towards him.

He looked surprised for a moment, but he was desperate.

Just as the car was about to reach us, he shoved Seung-jo hard. Right after Seung-jo fell and rolled away with wide, startled eyes—

Screech!

Bang! With an impact that felt like his whole body was being shattered, he flew through the air.

And in that brief yet long moment of floating in space, he remembered his reflection in Seung-jo's eyes for the last time.......

***

[ Then in THE MIST, may you become the master of infinite possibilities. ]

Whoosh!

When his vision returned after everything went white, he was standing in the middle of a bustling town. Amidst the clamor, countless people were busily going about their business here and there.

He looked down at himself, standing dazed and wearing clothes of unknown origin. When he touched the sleeve, he felt the texture of fabric as real as reality. His hair felt the same, and even when he touched the wall of a nearby house, he could clearly feel the solid, cold surface.

Is this... VT?

It seemed like a joke. It truly felt as if he had come to another world and was touching everything.

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'Can I really walk?'

He first stepped out with his left foot, then very slowly put strength into his heavy right foot. It felt like cold sweat was running down his spine.

And then,

He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

"Ah..."

At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

He had wished even in his dreams for the day to come when he could walk and run like this again.

And so he walked again, kept walking, slowly getting faster, until finally he started running like a madman through the entire town.

***

"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

And then there's Han Tae-un, the man who saved Soram and died in all three previous lives. As he did in every life, he comes to Soram's side once again. The Great Rift is approaching soon. It's impossible to resolve it in this life without any preparation. Soram vows to save Tae-un in this life and die himself. At least, he won't let Tae-un save a failure like himself again.

"For now, until then, let's sleep..."

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