Sung Jin-Woo

The fractured sky bled crimson. Sung Jin-Woo, his shadow army, a silent, swirling vortex behind him, faced the Absolute Being. No fear, only the cold, burning resolve forged in countless battles. This wasn't about power, not anymore. This was about humanity's right to exist. The Creator's gaze, older than time itself, bore down on him. Jin-Woo met it, his own eyes blazing with the defiance of a hunter facing the ultimate prey. The System messages were silent now. There were no more levels to gain, no more quests to complete. This was personal. The universe held its breath. The fight was about to begin.