Olive Tree in Hell

The girl's gaze remained fixed out the window, her sharp eyes locked northwest—Seoul, beyond the fading skyline. The setting sun bathed the city in deep orange, casting long shadows that stretched across the hospital's pristine floors.

"His first target was a Transcendent," she murmured, her fingers grazing the cold glass. Her voice carried the weight of something far beyond her twelve years.

The shift had begun. A Transcendent—gone. Erased like they were nothing but fodder. Seoul's underworld was about to implode. The lower ranks, the mid-tier factions—everyone scrambling to make sense of what the hell just happened. And soon, the target list wouldn't stop at just Korean elites. The whole damn world was about to feel it. Because Nihility was here!

She sighed, stepping away from the window, her bare feet making soft taps against the polished floor as she weakly made her way back to the hospital bed.