A hundred demons from Umbra. A hundred defenders of the nation.
Before me stood a crowd of soldiers, drained of will by the presence of Lee Yeonho.
Should I still call him father? No… he's not my father. I've come to terms with that.
My father would never do these things. He was the face of heroism—the embodiment of justice itself.
Then who the hell are you? How dare you wear his face? I'll kill you…
My face twisted with fury. Teeth clenched. My breath was ragged.
A garrison commander shouted:
"Move the wounded! Get them to safety!"
Immediately, several soldiers rushed to carry away my team, including me. But I resisted. I didn't want to run. Not like this. Not with empty hands…
That's when Lee Yeonho's cold voice echoed through the square:
"Don't move. One more step—and I'll kill you all."
The soldiers froze. Their throats dry. Minho stood bare, without his blood-forged armor. Twin axes in hand—but even that wasn't enough against someone like him.
