Chi-Woo escaped the cl.u.s.ter of lights. His chest heaved when he got a clear look at the new scene before him; not because of what he saw, but because of the heavy atmosphere pressing down his stomach like a big boulder. He saw a s.p.a.cious, oval-shaped stage that shone faintly with rows of audience seats surrounding it. The place resembled open-air theaters from the Middle Ages. Its stage was completely empty, but a majority of the seats were filled. There were at least a couple hundred people in the area, and it wasn’t difficult to guess that they were partic.i.p.ants of the seventh recruitment.
Some turned their heads when they heard Chi-Woo’s footsteps. Most of them scanned him from head to toe but turned back again indifferently. Chi-Woo sat down in one of the seats. Trying not to
