Swordmaster, My Ass!(Under Revision)

The day of eclipse (3)

The escort started checking the cells, scanning each inch thoroughly. His eyes widened as he checked the last cell. He flinched and looked back at the cult leader.

"He's not here," he muttered.

The cult leader shot a glare at the escort but he soon shook his head. "Cheon Gwi-jin isn't dumb enough to not weaken Gwak Deomshim. Even if he escaped his cell, he opposes no threat to us."

He turned around to the stairs and started walking up. 'That's how you want to play it, Gwak Deomshim? I'll play your game then.'

At the corner of the ceiling, Gwak Deomshim watched silently from his hiding spot. The shadows of the dungeon’s ceiling cloaked him, allowing him to remain undetected.

'There's little to no light down here. I just have to hold my breath and weaken my Qi output. That also includes the strings that bind my wounds together.'

Gwak Deomshim slowly descended from the ceiling and slowly regained his breathing.

'I have to hold my breathing to avoid getting detected.'

'That old man has grown old but I shouldn't underestimate him'

Gwak Deomshim glared at the cult leader's shadow slowly disappearing from the visible light.

'A woman changed my view on this world. We dreamed of escaping the cult's grasp.'

'A dream that can't be achieved.'

'When she's killed, I bear no fangs against the cult. I owe my life to them but whenever I see his face...'

'No. I should separate personal matters.'

'My fate is tied to the cult, my 9th symphony will always be here.'

'I've gone this far. I shouldn't be swayed. My heart should not waver. The world will not go through my pain. I will prevent the rebirth of the blood god.'

Cheon Gwi-jin glared at the full moon outside his window. "It's near," he muttered.

Jeo-gun stood beside Cheon Gwi-jin, glaring down at the destroyed city of Byu-mei. "The eclipse? It's about time that happens. This place is boring."

"How's the plan by your omnipotent and omniscient leader?"

Cheon Gwi-jin grabbed his chin. "I've dispelled my illusion and I've scattered my comrades all across the city. My issue is that this plan is unnecessary."

"Huh?" Jeo-gun tilted his head. "Isn't it the bloodier the better? More sacrifices for the blood god?"

Cheon Gwi-jin dropped his fist at Jeo-gun's head. "We've already had enough. A few men won't contribute anything now. The crimson bath is already set and done. It's better to just incapacitate them with my illusions."

Jeo-gun chuckled softly, rubbing the spot where Cheon Gwi-jin hit him. "So you're telling me that your geezer is stupid? Who hailed you the right hand? Talking at the back of the mouth that feeds you."

Cheon Gwi-jin laughed.

"He's a man who is afraid of death because he will be the vessel of the blood god. I bet that the blood god will choose me instead of that bastard."

Jeo-gun chuckled, placing his chin on his palm as he glared through the window. "What if they tear through your blood brothers, hm?"

Cheon Gwi-jin placed his hand on Jeo-gun's back. "Then do your job. You're requested here so you know what to do."

Jeo-gun sighed.

"I'll do my job if they arrive before I fall asleep."

"Don't expect me to babysit your cult if things get messy."