After an incident that left his father dead and his hearing almost completely gone, F/N L/N, an Awakened one, fled Korea and found refuge with his uncle in Russia, joining the Siberian Syndicate.
Years later, now older and a seasoned member of the a...
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𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝟒𝟒-𝟒𝟓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃
Jiyoung stood resolutely before Jisuk and F/N, her presence a formidable force against the chaos of the battle. Her eyes, narrow and steely, were fixed on Kwan, who stood before her, seething with anger. The clash of their elements had already transformed the battlefield into a swirling vortex of destruction, but now Jiyoung's calm composure suggested a level of control that Kwan seemed to find infuriating.
Kwan's face twisted into a mask of rage. "How dare you think you can take me down!" he roared, his voice a thunderous echo of his fury. Flames roared around him, leaping and twisting in chaotic dance as he prepared to lunge at Jiyoung. His attack was fierce and direct, a wave of fire surging towards her with lethal intent.
But Jiyoung remained unmoved. The flames roared toward her, only to be met by a sudden, powerful whirlwind of wind. The cyclone, born from Jiyoung's raw strength, cut into Kwan's fiery assault, slicing through it with a force that sent him staggering back. The wind's edge was sharp and unforgiving, its power undeniable.
Kwan gasped, his eyes widening as he struggled to comprehend the sudden change in the battle. "Wind powers?" he muttered in disbelief. "What kind of—"
Before he could finish his thought, Jiyoung's power intensified. She did not respond verbally, but her silence spoke volumes. The winds around her became a furious tempest, each gust a relentless assault that cut into Kwan's skin. He tried to counter with more fire, but every attempt was thwarted by the relentless force of the wind, which seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.
Jiyoung raised her arms, her movements deliberate and graceful. Her hands moved in an intricate, fluid pattern, weaving an unseen tapestry of power. Her eyes, previously sharp and calculating, now glowed with an ethereal white light. The energy she emitted crackled and roared, building into a crescendo of raw force.
A sudden, blinding flash of energy erupted from her, a burst of raw power that momentarily blinded everyone present. Kwan's eyes widened in shock and terror as the space around them began to warp and distort. The powerful spatial isolation field formed instantly, enclosing the area in a shimmering barrier that seemed to bend reality itself.
Kwan looked around, his expression one of sheer panic. The complex spatial isolation field left him trapped, unable to escape or even comprehend the magnitude of Jiyoung's ability. "What... what is this?" he stammered, his voice quivering. "Are you really... Yoo Jiyoung of Shinhwa?"
Jiyoung's silence was the only answer she offered, her focus entirely on the confrontation. Her power was now a visible force, a tempestuous aura that crackled and roared around her. Her control was flawless, her movements precise as she maintained the spatial isolation field with ease.
From behind her, Jisuk let out a triumphant cackle. His voice was filled with a mix of relief and amusement as he taunted Kwan. "You're screwed now, Kwan! You should have known better than to mess with us. Now that Jiyoung's here, it's all over for you. You've been asking for this, and you've got it. My sister's going to beat your ass so bad you'll wish you'd never shown up!"
