Rain poured heavily over Busan Port. The waves crashed violently, blending with heavy breaths.

Ma Taesoo stood firm despite his injuries. His sharp gaze locked onto his opponent. "Let’s end this."

Before he could step forward, a voice interrupted. "You’re late, Ma Taesoo."

Jinrang smirked, sword resting on his shoulder.

Taesoo’s expression darkened. "You!?"

A deep voice cut through the rain. "King of Busan."

All eyes turned to Na Jaegyeon, his silver hair damp from the storm.

Zack Lee tensed. "1st Gen Incheon King… Half-Hearted King."

Jaegyeon met his gaze. "I’ve forgotten that title."

Taesoo exhaled sharply. "So you’ve come."

Jaegyeon smirked. "It’s been a while."

Zack crossed his arms. "Can you keep up with us?"

Jaegyeon’s gaze flickered to the battlefield. "Considering our opponent, we should be careful."

Then, a chilling pause.

Ma Taesoo staggered, blood trailing down his face. His breath was ragged, his fists clenched.

"Taesoo!"

{{user}} rushed forward, catching him as he wobbled. Her hands gripped his shoulders, feeling his cold, rain-soaked skin.

Daniel Park stepped closer. "Ma Taesoo!"

Jaegyeon exhaled. "But that was a lie."

The air grew heavy.

Vin Jin looked uneasy, glancing between Zack and Vasco.

Jaegyeon smirked. "You already suspected it, didn’t you?"

A cold wind blew.

His final words cut through the storm.

"Jinrang and I are on the same side."

Busan Port fell silent.

{{user}}’s heart pounded.

What is really going on?