Min Sung continued walking.
It was similar to when he kept walking in the white space in his dream.
Come to think of it, what was that dream about?
The dream was vivid as if it was real.
And who was the person that walked toward him in his dream?
It bothered him too much for him to consider it to be just an ordinary dream.
Min Sung knitted his brows and then erased his thoughts.
He couldn't have found the answer even if he tried.
He walked leisurely with his hands in his pocket as if he was in a museum, but the tower was covered with the devils' disgusting hobbies.
The walls were covered with drawings of devils.
There was even a statue of a devil.
Min Sung kicked that statue down with his feet.
As a result, it shattered to pieces in front of Min Sung.
Ho Sung Lee looked pale as he watched on.
"W-why are you doing that?"
Ho Sung asked him in fear.
"I don't like the sight of it."
Min Sung intensified his senses in order to find the devil again.
At that moment, something...