[Ki Yeo-Jung. Noon.
Rizzuya. Elisbonear.]
I carried Boss to the abandoned second floor of the palace. A large chunk of the floor had disappeared, leaving a pile of debris and a doorway in its wake. That doorway led to the void of confusion, misery, and hopelessness that had formed on the island. The sight was so alluring that it was hard to take my eyes away, but a push on my shoulders jolted me back to my surroundings.
Boss was limping towards the pile of broken rocks. I specialized in holy magic, and that he was even breathing in his current state was wildly bewildering to me, let alone the fact he could limp and talk like he could.
"What are you up to, Boss?" I asked him.
"I am going to..." he continued onward. "Sit here." Boss sat on top of the rubble with much struggle. He placed his functioning hand's elbow on his leg and rested his head on his fist. With a ruptured eye and blood-soaked face, his pose was enough to strike fear in anyone.