Song Woo-Ji's decision
In the cavernous, pulsating chamber of decaying flesh, Song Woo-Ji's voice, though strained, broke through the oppressive silence.
He inclined his head respectfully toward his master and the grandmaster, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
Exhaustion lined his face, but his eyes burned with a determination that neither Bong Me-Eon nor her master had seen before.
"This… form," he began, voice wavering slightly as if even speaking required immense effort, "it's temporary."
He winced, bracing himself against a throbbing vein-like structure that pulsed with a sickly green light.
"I can't hold this connection for long. We need to act, and fast. I'll need your assistance… if we're going to subdue that monster outside."
Bong Me-Eon and the grandmaster exchanged a glance, their faces hardened but hopeful.
They waited, ready to hear him out.
Song Woo-Ji drew a ragged breath, struggling to keep his voice steady as he outlined the plan.