The Dragon's Advent

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

A man was running like mad, kicking up rough sand.

With an extremely urgent expression.

He was Jegal Gil, an Investigator of the Murim Alliance.

Where on earth was he rushing to like this?

Jegal Gil, riding his horse, prayed and prayed with a fervent heart the entire way.

*Please! Please, let nothing be wrong!*

But he knew.

How cruel and ferocious the Demonic Cultists were.

And he also knew that even if he went there, he, whose Martial Arts weren't particularly strong, wouldn't be of much help...