𝗝𝗲𝘂 𝗱𝘂 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗴 (𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 )

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Memories of the day when the gods gave him a new life.

Darkness surrounded them, where they had settled down for the night in the forest. Jongho and Seonghwa were looking for wood to use for a campfire, and the others were already sitting in a circle, eating the remains of their supplies.

It had taken them all day — the arrival, the meeting with the king and finding a place to settle down for a short time. But this did not bother them, after all they had all the time they needed, until infinity. Only the people, they had set times, so they could not stock up on food when they finally reached the village near the woods.

Wooyoung looked up briefly when he could hear the other two from a distance. Their steps were louder than necessary, which disturbed him. But he was not well spoken that day, everyone who spoke to him only upset him more, even if he didn't want to get upset over them.

He looked at his own skin, it was red because he kept scratching it while his nails were forming claws. When Seonghwa and Jongho finally came back, and they put down the wood, they sat down too.

"Would you?" San asked the oldest, who nodded and spat fire at the dry wood.

Great flames rose from the branches and the warm light spread through the cold darkness of the night.

A pleasant silence lay over them as even the oldest finally reached for a tin of beans. They were all tired from that day, mainly because of the long journey to Obsidian, but they could not deny that the conversation with the king was exhausting. "You know," San broke the silence and collected the attention of the others.

"When we were in that room and that guy had been provoking us all along" wind rushed through the treetops, cracking branches could be heard while the full moon shone above them.

"I really wanted to rip his head off." Seonghwa, who pushed his can closer to the fire so that it was getting warmer, laughed sarcastically.

"You are not the only one" he commented.

"Anyway, when he mentioned the offer, it was so incredibly tempting. But that he then threatened Yeosang with this "secret" was not worth it. Especially not with what he was asking of us. He wants to pit the creations of the gods against each other, just how satisfying it was for him to see that his behaviour does not suit us" the others nodded and agreed with him.

A light goose bump spread over his skin because of the cool wind rushing past them and this guy. He did not scare them, they just found him disgusting.

"But no matter how hard I try to understand you" he made eye contact with Yeosang, "I don't understand why you accepted his offer."

Yeosang swallowed the last bit of bread he was still holding, "I don't really know. I didn't really want to accept it, but however you look at it, there would be no bad sides to it. Either we'll make it and finally be able to lead a normal life or we won't."

He reached for the vessel to his left and handed it to Wooyoung, who was scratching his skin more and more.

Wooyoung looked at the vessel, the silver liquid shimmering under the moonlight and swaying in the bottle, how strange, he thought. A bottled liquid that moves without movement.

"And what will happen if we don't make it?" he asked.

"Then we'll turn the game around," he paused briefly and took a sip of the rum, "or he'll succeed in destroying us, even if the chance is not great." He handed the bottle to Jongho, who just looked at him seriously and pushed the bottle away from him.