They watched the city's center crumble, and they watched Kim Namjoon chase down Darian.
They saw Sungjung scurry through the shadows in attempt to avoid sunlight.
The one that had stolen the soul of Daliania grinned down at the chaos. The puppets they had created and the visions they had implanted were just as it ought to have been. Everything was happening according to their plan.
The prophets, the dumb puppets that they were, were the perfect ploy into creating a hierarchy. Millennias in the making, the puzzle pieces were finally sticking like glue.
"It's a shame," one of them said. "We've already lost one."
"Yes, it is," the one with Daliania's face replied. "But look at what we've created."
The twelve eternal souls watched the fire spread across the city as the snow fell early.
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Eternal Soul | BTS Supernatural AU Book 2
FanfictionBook 2 This time, no one knows what Jung Hoseok did exactly, but here's to hoping they don't die in the process of dealing with that mess.
