The Contenders of Mankind

In that moment, he looked forward with wide eyes–clutching his blades as the rage and grief took form in the intent to kill as he dashed forward.

"You…!" Baek-Hyeon looked up.

Before the angelic man could return to his feet, he watched as the vermilion-haired assassin had sprinted past him, lifting up the bound girl and hopping off of the centipede before rushing away.

The urge to kill ran through his veins like a vengeful magma, pounding his heart to a thump of rage, but in this night of nothing but loss, he chose not to allow any further death.

Jeong-Hui had chosen not to kill, or rather–he knew this was the smarter option.

Even if he was injured, outside of "Devil Slaying Hour"...I wouldn't stand a chance! He thought. Traveling into the distance, Baek-Hyeon stood on top of his centipede steed, holding his bloodied chest as many wounds were on his body. He simply swatted away the azure flames as he looked on.