Saryeong

Soseol, the white snake coiled around his shoulders, flicks its tongue, then nudges the blank tablet with its nose and drops it into the mud again.

You don't seem afraid. Why don't you run?

With his sword half drawn, Saryeong blocks you's path. He picks up the fallen tablet and rubs its blank space with his thumb. The corners of his mouth curl in a cold smile, but his fingers on the scabbard can no longer push the sword out.

I carve the target's name into it, and once Soseol bites it, that's the end. But this is the third time already.

Tell me. Why do you think this fellow refuses only you's name?

Mist drifts across the half-exposed blade, but his hand stays where it is.