Joined Mar 2026 Sweden and South Korea
I am the creator of Duality The Shadow Rite universe.
Walk the unwritten path together with me and see the world of fantasy Joseon kingdom through the eyes of Hwajin and Muryeong.
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The Bull’s eyes widened, but his momentum was too great to halt. He raised his massive arms to shield his face, but Muryeong hadn't aimed for his face. The blade caught the Bull exactly in the soft hollow of his throat, beneath the chin. The sharpened tip of the "Reason" blade tore through the iron-thickened skin, the force of the throw carrying it all the way through the back of the Bull's neck.
The frozen steppe was a landscape of petrified silence, a vast, white sheet where the stars felt close enough to touch and cold enough to kill.
Out of the darkness, a dozen riders erupted. They looked like Mongolian warriors—their furs heavy, their faces masked by shadow, their horses moving with an eerie, silent grace. They carried bows of dark horn, and their arrows whistled through the air with a sound like screaming ghosts.
The impact was less like a punch and more like a mountain collapsing. The Bull’s twin fists smashed into the frozen earth exactly where Muryeong had been standing a millisecond prior. The sound was a sickening crack, not of wood, but of the bedrock itself splintering. Shards of stone and frozen mud sprayed outward like shrapnel, slicing through the air.
He had spent the last decade moving through the kingdom like a scalpel. Wherever there was a "friction" in the state—rogue mercenaries carving out fiefdoms in the mountains, mutinous garrison commanders, or hired killers preying on the trade routes—the military sent the man who did not age. Saheon was now a legend whispered in the tea houses and barracks. They called him the "Evergreen Captain," a title that held more fear than respect.
He was the legitimate heir, the "True Son," and every line of his silk robes was a testament to the order his father had spent a lifetime maintaining.
The Bull’s eyes turned entirely red. The ground beneath his feet cracked as his weight seemed to double, his anger fueling the dark armament until he looked more like a statue than a man.
"I'LL CRUSH YOU INTO THE DIRT!"
The Bull charged, a human avalanche of iron-skin and fury. Muryeong stood his ground, his hand tightening not on his sword, but on his own center of gravity, waiting for the collision that would decide if "Reason" could truly overcome "Rage."
"I'LL CRUSH YOU INTO THE DIRT!"
The Bull charged, a human avalanche of iron-skin and fury. Muryeong stood his ground, his hand tightening not on his sword, but on his own center of gravity, waiting for the collision that would decide if "Reason" could truly overcome "Rage."
...Show them... the sword whispered. They are excess ink on a clean page. They do not respect the Law because they do not fear the Shadow. Give them a reason to tremble, Saheon. Show them the power you carry.
From Duality The Shadow Rite, Chapter 19: The Ink in the Marrow
Cold. It was a cold that wouldn’t bite the skin, for it had already replaced all the blood coursing through his darkened veins.
Cold. It was a cold that wouldn’t bite the skin, for it had already replaced all the blood coursing through his darkened veins.
Lee Gyeseong was a man of quiet gravity. When he moved, the air seemed to settle around him. He was a high-ranking official, a warrior-scholar whose name was spoken in hushed tones of reverence in the capital. He was the "Unbroken Blade," a man whose skill was so absolute that it had become a burden.
