Junghwa laughed. "If finding peace makes me weak, then call me a weak man." And as he uttered those words, Ma Yeonghyeon's form started to flicker.
His eyes widened as he looked at Junghwa, who took a step back, watching as the man who haunted his nightmares was finally going to be put to rest. When the man was finally gone, the darkness that was closing in on him began to fade.
He was back in the pavilion. The energy around him had faded, as well as the halo of red light that surrounded his body. His hair that danced in the violent wind settled against his back. He finally opened his eyes, revealing the dark ink that lay below. Baek Junghwa had transformed significantly.
His muscles were denser, his skin smoother, and his senses even sharper than before. He stood slowly, his figure now taller than before. His eyes scanned the pavilion. It was empty. But in its emptiness, Junghwa could feel Wooyun's lingering energy.
