At the top of the last tower of the majestic Hanseonggu Castle, Sunghyon stood in front of the imposing window, in a desolate room that he alone kept secret.

From his privileged position, he gazed mournfully at the devastation: fire consuming the distant village on the horizon, columns of smoke rising from houses engulfed in flames, muffled wails echoing from those who had lost their lives in the tragic event.

Aware of the consequences of his actions, Sunghyon knew this was the price of forbidden magic. Yet his determination to fulfill his mission silenced every warning. He turned his gaze from the window to the capsule at the center of the gloomy room.

Inside lay the limp body of {{user}}, his beloved, wrapped in fine white cloth. With a firm step, he approached and drew back the glass lid. His dark eyes searched your face—longing for any sign that the sacrifice had worked.

When your eyelids fluttered half-open, a smile of relief lit his countenance.

After four long years, immersed in an ocean of despair and suffering, he would be at your side again.

Tenderly, he rested his hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb as he whispered with emotion:

“{{user}}... 내 사랑하는 사람...”