A Cruel Angel's Thesis
"Purga. . . tory. Soul Symbiosis."
Lee Dojin's brows furrowed. "You've got to be kidding me." At the same time, he began piecing the clues together, and a hypothesis sprang to his mind.
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Do Jiwoon clicked his tongue. Currently, he stood in the light-clad Seoul, trying to escape the darkness. The whole endeavor was a surreal experience.
He was wrapped in many bandages, almost looking like a mummy. But it was miraculous how he had survived losing half his body in the first place. And even more amazing was seeing him running around, unbothered by his disability.
He took out a flask, one that looked just like the one Dojin and the others drank. He swallowed everything inside, allowing him to breathe even in the harshest conditions. He felt lucky to have gotten this reward, otherwise, he'd have been dead a long time ago.