The desolate landscape stretched on before Sung Han Soo, mirroring the turmoil within his heart.
Jagged rocks and barren earth provided the backdrop for the confrontation that was about to unfold. The air was heavy with enmity and anticipation as he faced off against Gyu Pol.
The wind howled as it blew through the rugged terrain, carrying with it a sense of foreboding.
Gyu Pol stood before Han Soo with a wicked smirk on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a malevolence that sent a chill down Han Soo's spine.
The villain's voice cut through the silence, a sinister, yet taunting tone attached to it.
"Sung, eh? That name reminds me of a foolish Hunter I once knew," Gyu Pol sneered, his tone laced with venom.
"A pathetic excuse for a hunter who thought sacrificing himself for the greater good made him a hero. But in reality, he was nothing but a fool who squandered his power and strength."