Sublime Horror

"This guy is really pissin' me off…!" Yeong-Un muttered, picking himself up.

"Same here," he nodded, "But we have to play this smart. For now…hold those emotions in the best you can."

Though he could see that his words didn't nearly match what Yeong-Un felt; the scarred adolescent was shaking and trembling with a mixture of rage and grief, gritting his teeth as tears lined his eyes.

To him, it felt like a miracle that he managed to subdue his blind rage even slightly.

"...Binna…!" Yeong-Un said painfully through grit teeth as he looked past their enemy, towards the woman who was held in Sol's arms.

–Shit! He's not focused!...I don't blame him, but–! He thought.

Since Yeong-Un was preoccupied between conflicting emotions of grief and rage, he was forced to jump in front of him, blocking an incoming attack from the jovial fiend.

"So diligent! You're truly admirable, Jeong-Hui!" Dae-Mon laughed with a smile.