White Christmas [1]

From everything he had been told so far, it became apparent to him now.

Yi Jihyeon—Blood Crescent Moon Guild.

They were set up.

An elaborate ploy to annihilate the top guild.

Brandon wouldn't let this slide.

This cold war….

Despite their disadvantageous position.

He didn't plan on fleeing.

As long as he played his cards right.

Because he knew.

He was already well aware of it this entire time.

"Lucian Frost."

That Lucian Frost should be somewhere out there alive.

That he was inside the rift.

But Brandon didn't have the confidence he could pull him out of the rift.

Nor did he have the power to dive into the rift and pull him out, all while guaranteeing his own safety at the same time.

But he was out there somewhere—and would be a substantial asset in the war.

'Don't die.'

He solemnly hoped.

Because if it wasn't actually the case then….

"Huu…."