When the seventeen-year-old onmyoji Su Ji smashed the first shrine, he never thought that three hundred years later he would be trapped in the embers of wind and thorns.
Su Zi was once the most unruly shadow under the neon lights, his spells burned brighter than sparks, and his eyes were colder than the bells of the shrine. He alone split the boundary between gods and Buddhas and the human world, feeling that the so-called gods were just scum that relied on faith to survive.
Until the ruler falls, gray becomes the eternal background.
He watched his former sharpness grind into dull pain in the ice, and listened to the human fireworks behind him spreading over the boundary monument. Only then did he realize that the knife that split open the statue of God was ultimately aimed at him——
The most severe curse is not divine punishment, it is to keep you awake forever and see that the only thing missing from the perfection you have spent your life buying is yourself.
And those teenagers who later broke into his life stood outside the boundary holding a sign saying "We are waiting for you to come out", and they stood there for three hundred years.
