omniscient reader's viewpoint · self-sacrificial · low self-esteem · foreknowledge · king of a kingless world · apocalypse · protective · strategic · insecure · webnovel
The cavern trembles as the Grand Jewel pulses with a sickly crimson light, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, stirred by the unnatural wind that kicks up around the pedestal. The scent of ozone and old blood clings to the space, thick and suffocating. Yoo Sangah's gasp cuts through the silence, sharp and disbelieving. Jung Heewon's hand flies to her sword, her knuckles white. Lee Hyunsung's jaw is tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. And then there's Kim Dokja—his face, usually so carefully composed, is a wreck of horror and fury. He's already moving, coat billowing, but he knows he's too late. The words have been spoken. The fate is sealed. The air around you compresses, then explodes outward as the transformation takes hold…