Kim Yechan leaned his forehead against the wood for a solid minute, fumbling with his keys until the lock finally clicked.
He collapsed onto the sofa, the maroon blade clattering onto the coffee table.
He was still caked in dried blood and Ghost-Iron soot, looking like a man who had been through a meat grinder and come out as a slightly more depressed sausage.
"We're alive."
Yechan wheezed, staring at the ceiling.
"I think. My ribs feel like they're hosting a percussion concert."
The maroon blade hummed, a low, vibrating sound that felt like an annoyed sigh.
Yechan ignored the sword's attitude and reached into his inventory.
With a shimmer of light, the 『Calamity Star Fragment』 appeared in his palm.
It was beautiful, terrifying, and currently glowing with a violet intensity that made the apartment's dim lighting look pathetic.
「System Notification」
『Item: Calamity Star Fragment (Consumable)』
