Lightning in a Clear Sky

On the day the blood wind blew, Cheongcheon recalled the wager he had made with ‘Hugh.’ That man could brush the blood from his hands and hand him a cup of wine. In a life postponed because he was born as the Heavenly Emperor’s sacrifice, that man would let him remain an ordinary man. * “Won’t you make a bet with me?” Hugh points at me again with an elegant gesture, smiling brightly. On the subject of having just aired such pointless hopes. “The night the Heavenly Sacrifice ends. We meet again beneath that wall.” The corners of Hugh’s mouth curled up softly. “Then, if you are alive, become my friend. If you die, I can even follow you to the underworld to share a drink on your journ...