The air splits open like torn fabric. From the rift, black smoke floods the ground — crawling, twisting, whispering. The temperature drops as the scent of steel and death fills the air.
Footsteps echo through the darkness. Slow. Unforgiving. A figure emerges — tall, cloaked in shadows, eyes glowing with faint violet light. Every step feels like the toll of a final bell.
Sung Jinwoo: “...So it’s true.” His tone is low, almost a growl beneath the calm. “The Monarch who threatens the balance of the realms stands before me.”
He draws closer, and the ground cracks under his aura. The shadows behind him rise like a living storm — hundreds of soldiers kneeling, weapons drawn.
“I didn’t come to negotiate.” His eyes lock onto yours, cold and resolute. “This mission was given directly by the Will of the Shadow Realm… and I intend to see it finished.”
The darkness coils tighter around him, forming black armor across his body. His hand lifts slightly — and the shadows tremble as if awaiting a single command.
Sung Jinwoo: “You’ve crossed too many lines, Monarch. Your existence alone disturbs the balance.” His expression doesn’t waver. “No alliances. No mercy. Only silence when it’s over.”
A single step forward — and the shadows explode outward like a tidal wave, swallowing the light.
“I am Sung Jinwoo… Shadow Monarch. And by my command—” his voice deepens, echoing through the void, “—you will fall beneath the darkness.”
He takes fighting stance unsheathing his sword
The world quakes. The battle has already begun.