Lahat ng Kabanata ng Guide Me, Claim Me: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and iron as we trudged through the wasteland. The jagged landscape stretched for miles, the remnants of shattered buildings and scorched earth serving as a grim reminder of the battle we had fought just hours ago. Minseok and I walked in silence, our footsteps echoing against the hollow emptiness around us.I had thought the mission was over. We had destroyed the corrupted core, saved the village, and now we were heading back to the Guild to report our success. But the strange twist of fate had other plans in store for us. The moment we boarded the airship, an unexpected tremor rattled the hull, and the vessel shuddered violently before veering off course. We had been pulled into the heart of a storm, a phenomenon so powerful it seemed like it had come from another world entirely.We weren’t alone in the storm.I glanced at Minseok, who was monitoring the ship's controls with a focused expression. “Something’s not right,” I muttered.He looked

The air around us seemed heavier with each passing second, as though the forest itself was pressing down on us. The swirling darkness of the abyss loomed ahead, its edges pulsating with an eerie light. Minseok tightened his grip on his weapon, his jaw set with determination. "Seojin," he said, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence, "whatever this thing is, it feeds on our fears. It wants us to falter."I nodded, my knuckles whitening around the hilt of my blade. "Then we give it nothing."The ground beneath us trembled as we stepped closer to the edge of the abyss. Tendrils of shadow reached out, writhing and twisting as if alive. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, but I forced myself to stay rooted. We had no other option. This was our only way forward.Minseok moved first, his movements fluid and precise as he slashed at the creeping shadows. They recoiled with a hiss, retreating momentarily before surging forward again, more aggressive than before. I followe

The moment the figure's voice echoed again, I felt an odd pull deep within me, like a thread being tugged at the core of my being. Minseok tightened his grip on my arm, his sharp gaze scanning the vast expanse of blackened earth around us. “Seojin, whatever it’s saying, don’t listen,” he said firmly, his voice unwavering. “We’ll figure this out. Together.” I nodded, though the pull was almost irresistible. The figure remained still, its featureless head tilted slightly, as if it was waiting for something. The oppressive sky above seemed to churn with energy, and for a brief moment, I wondered if this was the end. But then, a thought struck me—if this was the end, why did it feel so... familiar? Minseok's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Do you recognize this place? It feels... off.” Before I could respond, the ground beneath us shifted. Minseok and I instinctively braced ourselves, but instead of another collapse, the blackened earth morphed, twisting and transformin

The weight of Jihoon’s small frame pressed against my side as we guided him away from the ruins of the guardian’s domain. The moonlight bathed the forest in silver hues, and the faint rustle of leaves underfoot was the only sound breaking the stillness. I glanced at Minseok, whose jaw was tight, his focus unwavering as he kept watch for any threats. Jihoon clung to my arm, his trembling evident even through the tattered fabric of his clothes. His earlier aura of menace had completely evaporated, leaving behind a boy who seemed lost and fragile. “Are you sure about this?” Minseok asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “No,” I admitted, keeping my voice low as well. “But we can’t just leave him.” Minseok sighed but didn’t argue. His silence was enough to convey that he trusted my decision, even if he didn’t fully agree with it. As we walked, the oppressive energy of the corrupted zone slowly lifted. The trees, once gnarled and blackened, began to regain their natural

The airship’s smooth descent into the guild’s private hangar felt like a relief after the tension-filled journey. The hum of its engines quieted as the vessel came to a halt, and the ramp lowered with a hiss of pressurized air. Jihoon clung to my hand, his wide eyes darting around the sleek, metallic hangar. It was clear he had never seen anything like this before. Minseok stepped off the ramp first, his gaze scanning the surroundings as if expecting trouble to materialize. I followed with Jihoon in tow, his small steps hesitant as he glanced nervously at the guild members bustling around. The noise of machinery and voices filled the hangar, but the moment we appeared, a hush fell over the space. “Is that a kid?” someone muttered. “Where did they pick him up?” I ignored the murmurs and focused on Director Yoona, who was waiting for us at the far end of the hangar. Her sharp, no-nonsense demeanor was as intimidating as ever, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Jihoon’s p