The wind breezed through the dark forest's branches that looked like wooden fingers and rustled the leaves in a haunting melody.
The gray moon hung in the sky like a silver coin, casting an eerie glow over the shadows below, and without lanterns, the moon was the only reason it was possible to navigate through the thick forest at night.
"…"
With his black, leathery boots landing on the forest floor, Rein surveyed his surroundings, his sharp eyes scanning for any signs of movement.
However, there wasn't any sign of Gunwoo anywhere, as if he had skipped out on their fight completely.
Crack~
A sound of a twig getting crushed under a foot sounded from a distance, and Rein snapped his head in that direction.
However, he only saw an apologetic-looking young man standing there, not the person he was expecting.
He was one of the spectators, trying to find a good place to spectate the rest of the match, but accidentally stepped on a twig and cracked it.
"Urgh. Fucking idiots."
