I was looking out the window. However, there was no view from the chairmans office, only the sky. It couldnt reach the objects on the ground, and it wasnt on the same eyeline as the clouds but at a height full of emptiness.

Rain.

Below, rain-drenched the world. Both in the modern age where Kim Woojin was and on the continent where Deculein lived, it rained. It rained even in the barren desert and the cold north.

What do you want?

Someone asked behind me. I turned around and looked back at him, Quay. He was sitting on the sofa for guests and writing his Revelation.

Your defeat.

Haha.

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