Seoul Druid Station Novels & Stories

TaeHwan chose the call and Jun asked him to meet him within half an hour. Location: Seoul Olympic Park, Gangnam... Time: 9:15pm Seoul Olympic Park was enormous. It was known for seven different cafés. There were restaurants, convenience stores, a K-pop museum, several fitness centers, basketball fields and skating rinks. Jun was waiting for TaeHwan in front of one of the cafes. TaeHwan was marching in his direction. He stretched out his arms and aforementioned, 'Aah, my brother'. TaeHwan raised his eyes and questioned, 'When have you become my brother?

“You are ready.” She gave a small nod. “So is she.” The city lights glittered behind them as the night stretched on. Tomorrow the board would gather, and Claudia’s shadow would return in full force. Evelyn closed her eyes briefly, summoning the calm she would need. The storm had followed them back to Seoul. Tomorrow it would break again, not in whispers or old archives, but in the heart of Drake Tower itself.

Neo-Seoul. 11:00 PM. Rain mixed with neon light washed over the crowded streets. Holographic dragons and advertisements for cybernetic implants floated in the air. It was a city that never slept. The Sterling family stood in a narrow alleyway, sheltering from the rain. They had ditched their royal clothes. Now, they wore tactical urban streetwear—hoodies, leather jackets, and techwear. "This place is loud," Aurora covered her ears. The psychic noise of millions of people was giving her a headache.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ A lazy goat in a white gown walks in to change my IV drip to a new one and walks out. I could have just said a doctor. But, yeah, that’s fine. These particular ones in prison, they are annoying creatures, and they are getting on my last nerveeees. Factually, everything in this prison is pissing me the extreme, premium fuck off!

"A line that Min couldn't tap. A line that didn't exist on the company servers." Jun flipped the page. There was an addendum. A billing address for the ground station upkeep. Unit 404, Itaewon Commercial District. "Itaewon," Baek read the line, his brow furrowing. "That’s District 6 territory. We call it the neon jungle. It’s mostly clubs and foreign bars."

He found out that the second piece of the cauldron was in a lake in Vicente Primeval Forest, the northern forest of Seol. He did not pre-book the ticket, so there was a three-hour wait. The earliest flight toward Baywen International Airport in Seol was three hours later. Wilbur bought the ticket and some food and then entered the boarding room. He had a simple meal, then took his phone out and started to study some important information Layla provided him on Seol and Vicente. Seol was a small nation, and it was mainly for tourism. The northern area had extraordinary scenery, so the economy was better than the south. Wilbur was going to Vicente, which was in the undeveloped region. Ordinary

[166. Ice rink] Dae sits in one of the side seats of a bus to Seoul with the older's phone in his hands, his eyes glued on the phone screen, his lips curved upward and his dimples visible as he reads the rest of the comments under their post.

“Pack everything. No traces left behind. Do-hyun, secure the drives. Valerian, reroute the comms to a false relay. Soo-ah, with me.” Soo-ah grabbed her gear. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere they can’t trace — the old subway network under Dongdaemun. Lazarus used it as a secondary channel. If we can tap into that, we can broadcast the truth.” --- The next thirty minutes passed like the eye of a storm. Rain hammered against the streets as they slipped through back alleys, dressed like shadows among shadows. The hum of distant sirens followed them — a reminder that the city was watching.

This was, without a doubt, a dream. Yet, the images burned into his retinas with an unnerving, hyper-realistic clarity. Here in Seoul, South Korea, heavy sheets of early March rain violently slapped against the bullpen ground. Between the two men standing there—having long abandoned any hope of using an umbrella—their breaths, thick and suffocating enough to sear the lungs, mingled intensely in the vibrating air.