บท 117: Chapter no.117 The Specter and the Crimson Flash

Sunlight filtered through the open window, spilling over the floor, casting long, dancing shadows that played around the room. The air was filled with an ethereal tranquility, disrupted only by the soft rustling of a figure stirring in the bed. Lee Min. Her unique white hair glowed in the morning sun, and her eyes, dewy with the last vestiges of sleep, slowly blinked open.

Sitting up, she stretched, working out the stiffness that had settled in her muscles overnight. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she rose, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her day had begun, and there was much to do.