(JJK - 전정국 | PJM - 박지민)
❝A true king doesn't give a fuck about the scars he'll have to bear to bring his people safety,❞ Jimin scowls at the vile man in front of him, his eyes aflame with fury.
❝And a true king never asserts his power by torturing s...
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I definitely recommended the video above! I listened to it while writing this chapter and I know it'll be so much more fun to read it with this volume playing in the background. Also, coming across this volume brought back some fond memories of being an army from years ago, I love our boys so much <33 Thank you for listening to me rant, now you guys can proceed!
The following chapter will contain violence, bloodshed, death and gore. Viewer's discretion is advised.
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If she was given a choice, Yureum would have chosen the cosmic collison. The heavenly bodies could have exploded into an astronomical canvas of stars; galaxies could implode into splatters of rocks and stones. The universe could reduce down to every nanoscopic grain of it's dust. The colossal cosmos could cascade into a boundless expanse of nothingness.
If she was given a choice, of course.
There is no choice, though.
There is calamity. There is doom. There is loss.
There is death.
After distressing, long days of pondering and planning, endless ours of plotting and cogitation the time for restitution is here.
Today, the brothers take back their palace. Not a single negotiation occurs this time, no meetings and definitely no discussions. They strike face-first with all their might, with all the courage they can gather.
The previous day, Jimin and Jungkook spent hours in Chief Yo-han's tent strategising and creating a plan of action. Yoongi and Hoseok had come as the military commanders of Busan. They were greeted by their old allies and childhood boon companions, the princes of Seoul and Ilsan and the king of Daegu.
In the long-drawn-out caucus, grave information regarding Changwon was brought to light. The pestilent kingdom was crossing not just physical borders, but ethical ones as well. Beom-sok had not only instigated incursions on Busan, he had also done the same to their allies. Beom-sok's animosity had transformed into something inexplicably vile and dangerous, posing hazard for most of their mainland.
Ilsan and Seoul had to face sudden fires after the stroke of midnight. Houses went up in flames, every drop of their people's hardwork vanishing into the embers that were left behind. Roads, which were strenghtened with the sweat of their people, were unearthed and scarred with potholes so damaged that it took twice the labour it did initially for the fixation. Irrigation system was ruptured, the agricultural sector of their kingdoms meeting the doom of probable starvation.
