A thorny mudfield. Thick and heavy and lonely. It was like walking through a pool of blood. The thorns were stabbing into the muddy ground and made it bleed.
It was eerie and disturbing, and if Zein didn't know Joon, he would be scared. It was the soul of someone who repeatedly put himself in a hard situation, voluntarily. And in this lonely, painful field, there was only one solace.
A crimson flower, in the middle of a thorny field. Its color was the only bright thing in the monochrome field.
A single devotion. That was what Zein felt from Han Joon's mana core. No wonder Radia talked about obsession before. It was like the man dedicated his entire life just for that flower to bloom, even while bleeding all over by his loneself.
It was...tragic.
