Chapter 15: Chapter 15: Seeds of Retaliation
Jiho crouched near the edge of the rooftop, the shadows around him dissipating as he surveyed the scene below. Taejin's squad had retreated just as quickly as they'd appeared, leaving only the eerie stillness of the night behind.
Beside him, Haeun was catching her breath. She glanced at Jiho, her eyes wide with disbelief. "That guy…Taejin. He's not like Seo Gwan."
"I noticed," Jiho replied, his voice calm but laced with irritation. He wiped his dagger clean and sheathed it. "Taejin isn't reckless. He's calculated, methodical. Which makes him even more dangerous."
Haeun hesitated before speaking. "He's also right about one thing—you can't keep doing this alone. The Silver Fang will keep coming, and they'll get smarter. Eventually, they'll overwhelm you."
Jiho shot her a sharp look. "If this is your way of suggesting I join them, save your breath."
"No," Haeun said quickly. "I'm saying you need to start building something of your own. Allies, a network—something to even the odds."
Jiho turned his gaze back to the skyline. The city stretched out before him, its lights twinkling like stars. He hated to admit it, but Haeun had a point. The Silver Fang wasn't just after him—they were after the Nexus cores. And with Taejin leading them, their operations would only grow more sophisticated.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" Jiho asked, his tone neutral.
Haeun stepped closer, lowering her voice as if the night itself might overhear. "There are people out there—hunters, rogue guilds, even civilians—who've been hurt by Silver Fang. People who've lost family, friends, everything. If you can rally them, give them a reason to fight, you could turn them into something formidable."
Jiho considered her words. The idea of leading a group wasn't appealing. Leadership meant responsibility, and responsibility meant distractions. But if he wanted to survive—and to uncover the deeper mysteries of the Nexus—he couldn't ignore the advantages of having a team.
"I'll think about it," Jiho said at last, his tone dismissive.
Haeun didn't press further, but her expression softened. "Good. Because Taejin isn't going to wait for you to make up your mind. If tonight was any indication, he's already planning his next move."
Jiho nodded silently, his mind already racing. Taejin's words echoed in his head: You'll regret refusing my offer.
The Next Step
Back in his hideout—a sparsely furnished room in an abandoned building—Jiho began laying out his thoughts. The Nexus cores were the key to everything, and Taejin's interest in them was no coincidence.
He pulled out a map of the city, marking the locations of known dungeons. The Silver Fang's movements weren't random; they were targeting specific areas, likely those with high-value cores.
Haeun sat across from him, watching as he worked. "If you're serious about fighting back, we'll need intel. And I know someone who can help."
Jiho looked up, his eyebrow raised. "Who?"
"Kim Doyun," Haeun said. "He's an information broker. Used to work for the government before they shut him out. If anyone knows what Silver Fang is planning, it's him."
Jiho frowned. "And what does he want in return?"
"Doyun doesn't work for free," Haeun admitted. "But he's more interested in leverage than money. If we can offer him something useful, he'll cooperate."
Jiho leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. "Fine. But if this Doyun tries to double-cross us, he'll regret it."
Meanwhile: Silver Fang's Next Move
In a dimly lit room filled with monitors and maps, Taejin stood before a group of operatives. His calm demeanor belied the tension in the air.
"Kang Jiho is more resourceful than we anticipated," Taejin said, his voice steady. "But he's also predictable. He'll start building alliances, gathering resources. We'll let him—for now."
One of the operatives stepped forward. "What's the plan, sir?"
Taejin's lips curled into a faint smile. "We'll strike when he's least expecting it. And when we do, we'll take not just him, but everything he's worked for. The Nexus cores will be ours."
The room fell silent, the operatives nodding in unison.