Holy Spirit

Was it a joke played by the god of fate, or a scheme with ulterior motives?

What Uliyang knows is that Erol could never love him.

Because that love comes at a terrible price, a curse carved into flesh and blood.

The consequence of his own greed.

If it were only to see those clear blue eyes once more, Uliyang thinks, then even losing his life and being trapped in endless cycles of pain would be worth it.

But the soul he had lost and regained was already unrecognizable.

Those beautiful eyes were still the same, but their radiance had all but vanished.

"Valia, I truly love you."

"No, you don't love me."

No matter how many times Erol tells him he loves him, Valia always smiles and answers the same way, unwavering. The deep affection in his eyes makes Erol look like a clumsy liar.

But no matter how many times it takes, he will keep saying it. Valia, I love you.

Until the end of the century, until the end of time.

Until you believe me.