The night sky above Baekje was wrong.
Two moons now hung in the heavens—
one silver, one blood-red.
The Gate of Echoes had opened a crack wider than anyone had anticipated, and now reality itself shuddered under its weight.
Mujin and Elder Woon Gihyeon stood atop the Whispering Plateau, both gazing up in silence.
"This is not just a ripple," Gihyeon muttered.
"This is an invitation."
"Invitation to what?" Mujin asked.
Gihyeon’s face hardened.
"To war."
As dawn approached, Mujin was summoned to a hidden glade where a council of Woonryong’s oldest masters had gathered.
On a stone pedestal lay a weapon wrapped in black silk.
Elder Gihyeon nodded toward it.
"This is the Obsidian Fang—a blade forged when Baekje first touched the stars."
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"But it is incomplete," another elder said grimly.
"It thirsts for the blood of one who carries both Seal and Sin."
Mujin hesitated.
Was this weapon meant for him to wield?
Or for him to be judged by?
Suddenly—
The ground trembled.
Dark-cloaked figures burst from the forest.
The Bloodstar Cult had come for the Obsidian Fang.
Mujin unsheathed the Skycut Fang and leapt into battle.
The cultists were different from before—
enhanced by the twisted energies leaking from the Gate.
Their bodies cracked unnaturally.
Their strikes carried venomous qi that corroded the air.
Mujin fought fiercely, but he realized—
The battle was a distraction.
From the shadows, a masked assassin dashed toward the Obsidian Fang.
"Not today," Mujin snarled.
Channeling the combined force of the seven Seals now etched into his soul, Mujin unleashed the Sevenfold Breaker Strike—
an explosion of pure intent that shattered trees and sent cultists flying.
With a final dash, Mujin intercepted the assassin, locking blades.
The assassin hissed,
"You don't understand!
That sword… will betray you!"
They clashed—
steel to steel, will against will.
And finally, Mujin stood victorious.
He approached the Obsidian Fang.
As he unwrapped it, the blade pulsed—not with violence, but with sorrow.
It whispered a single word into Mujin’s mind:
"Brother..."
That night, under the twin moons, Mujin sat alone, the Obsidian Fang resting across his knees.
For the first time, he wondered—
Had he been chosen to save Baekje?
Or had he been chosen...
to destroy it?
In the darkness, unseen by mortal eyes, the Gate pulsed again—
and something ancient smiled.
To be continued...