Seoul Druid Station Novels & Stories

The identical sun crossed the continent and began to dye red the penthouse of Kenz Building, arrogantly cutting across the forest of skyscrapers in Gangnam. Ga Gye-yeong, with both hands thrust into his pockets, stood in front of the window opened with full glass on four sides and was blankly looking down at that majestic sunrise. The forest of buildings in Seoul, revealed as the darkness was lifted, was sharp and cold to a bizarre degree. Gye-yeong's gaze abruptly fell below the asphalt under his feet.

“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

“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.

Cheryl We landed in Korea late at night. Seoul looked even more breathtaking than I had imagined. At night, the city is a dazzling fusion of neon lights, modern skyscrapers, and traditional charm. The streets pulse with energy, glowing with vibrant billboards, bustling markets, and endless streams of traffic reflecting off glass towers. In Myeongdong, the streets are alive with shoppers, street performers, and food stalls sizzling with tteokbokki and hotteok. Young crowds move between cafés, bars, and karaoke rooms, laughter spilling onto the sidewalks.

She was here for longer than him. The two other stations were occupied by Guild Carnage's members. Oritha “Amazonian” Silva was the owner of the library station. "Shadow" was the private dojo's station master, much to Zen's surprise. According to intel, their party leader was "Shredder". Did the poison put him out of commission that quickly? Also, Zen thought that the laundromat would be occupied by either Liu Feng or Felix because the Seer went back to settle scores while running errands. Zen was not expecting to see Oriole's name there. What was going on? Before zen could ask why Party Prayer was there, the system announced the beginning of the new stage.