Heaven-Defying Sword

“Even if I die… just one strike. Yes, just one strike.”

Through blood spilling from his mouth, Na Jin-an saw the snow falling from the sky.

What a day.

A damn fine day to die.

Na Jin-an gave a bitter smile as his breath finally stopped.

But that was not the end.

It was the beginning.

The reason?

Well.

If you ask why it is not the end when it clearly looks like one, the only answer is this—Because it is not the end.