บท 146: Bong Me-Eon

The battlefield was a blur of destruction and terror as the little skeleton pulled with all his might, trying to drag Sung Woo-Ji's limp body through the chaos.

His bony arms trembled from the effort, and his hollow sockets were filled with fear.

Each passing second felt like an eternity as the Ogres rampaged all around, their thunderous footsteps shaking the earth.

Just as the skeleton began to lose hope, a shadow descended from the sky, landing gracefully before him with an impact that sent dust swirling in every direction.

The figure was tall and imposing, her long black hair flowing behind her like a midnight curtain.

She was dressed in sleek battle gear, her eyes sharp and calculating.

She surveyed the scene with a calm that seemed out of place amidst the chaos.

Her presence, however, commanded respect and fear from both allies and enemies alike.