Baek Dae-Jin squeezed his eyes shut, restraining a trembling, full of fatigue, yawn. The crackling of the fire died away. Fatigue was visible in the dark eyes reflecting the orange ember. But...

"And what did the warrior on my place, huh?"

But suddenly the echoing, charming voice of an unknown creature drove the dream away.

"Who are you?"

Baek Dae-jin's wary hoarse voice rang out simultaneously with the clang of the blade being drawn from its scabbard.