“We’re finally home!” A hoarse voice announced, making the others start yelling of happiness. The soldiers were barefoot, dragging themselves on the broad road, making all the carriages slow down behind them. But still, their faces lit up when the lines of the city appeared at the horizon.

“Yeah, you’re back home with less than half of what used to be the Empire’s army. Congratulations,” someone mocked from behind.

And that was it. The last drop. The leader drew his sword, showing no sign of tiredness. Only fury was burning up in his black eyes as he approached the prisoner that they were dragging after them. It was a woman. A woman who was wearing the silvery armour of Joseon, a woman who’s hands were tied together with a thick rope, having blood dripping down from her wrists and trickling down her white fingers. Just by the way she was moving on her feet, unsteadily and unbalanced, you could tell that she was tired. But even so, there was something about her eyes… They were defiant. Even her chapped lips were twirled into a mocking grin.

“You know what? I had enough of you! I think it’s time for you to die!” The general came towards her with his sword prepared to strike.

“Oh, you’ve got that figured out? Finally!” she smirked. “Come on! Finish all of this right here and right now!”