My Model (BL)
The lanterns flickered wildly, casting monstrous shadows across the stone.
And through it all, Lazarus stood untouched, watching with cruel fascination.
When the last soldier fell, Sang-woo raised his blade toward Lazarus. His chest heaved, his face hard with fury. “It ends here.”
But Lazarus only smiled. “No, my dear boy. This is only the beginning.”
He gestured toward the far end of the chamber. A door creaked open. And from within stepped Yoon-min.
Bound in chains.
His eyes were glazed, his movements stiff. And around his neck glowed a strange collar pulsing with sickly light.