"You. Are you the one who hurt my human?" The dokkaebi shivered and looked at the huma-No, the being that was glaring at him. A black-haired child was glaring viciously at him with his shining, reptile, deep blue eyes. Black mana was raging around the child who was hugging someone that was coughing out liters of blood...
The war is over, the White Star (Radish) is dead for good, and the God of Despair has been resealed, but Cale's ever so elusive Slacker Life is still out of reach with the looming threat of the Hunters. The God of Death, knowing that he is at least partially responsible for the chaos that has been Cale's life so far...