Syrin

Heuk Cheon groaned, forcing himself onto one knee. His ribs were definitely broken. His body screamed for him to stay down, but that wasn't an option.

The silver-clad woman who had arrived stood between him and Baek Mu-Jin, her sword gleaming.

Cheon Ae-ru narrowed his eyes. "You have some nerve interfering."

The woman didn't flinch. "And you have some nerve attacking my master."

Heuk Cheon let out a weak chuckle. "Didn't think you cared, Syrin."

Syrin ignored him, keeping her stance firm. "You can still move?"

Heuk Cheon smirked through the pain. "Barely."

Cheon Ae-ru exhaled, wiping the blood from his chin. "Enough. I have what I came for."

Syrin's grip tightened. "And what was that?"

Cheon Ae-ru tilted his head. Smirked.

"The confirmation that you people are still worth crushing."

Then, he vanished.

Syrin didn't chase. Neither did Heuk Cheon. They knew better.

For now.