The ground shook beneath his feet, as if the very earth itself was protesting the presence. As Jae-sung emerged from the confines of the room, he was met with people running. Amidst the chaos, he saw something deeply unsettling. Portals, like ragged wounds in the fabric of reality, opened up all around him, and from within their depths emerged creatures unlike any.

The eldritch creatures were monstrous abominations, birthed from the depths of a cosmic void beyond human comprehension. Their twisted forms were a grotesque parody of life. Their malformed bodies writhed and contorted in a grotesque dance, as if they were in the grip of some unspeakable pain. Their eyes, like pools of inky blackness, seemed to gaze upon Jae-sung with a malign intelligence, and their long, razor-sharp claws.

Their presence alone was enough to drive a man mad with fear and terror, for they were not of this world and should not exist in the realm of mortals.

The city of Seoul was consumed by darkness, as if a great shadow had descended upon it. The people of the city, panicked and desperate, fled to the safety of their underground bunkers, seeking refuge from the monstrous horde.

Jae-sung felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, as he realized that he was facing an enemy unlike any he had ever encountered before. The very air around him seemed to writhe and twist, as if it were alive, and the eldritch creatures let out a deafening roar that echoed through the skies.

As Jae-sung traversed, his mind was set upon the task of ensuring the safety of his fellow student, Seo-yun, he could not help but reflect upon the nature of existence. His steps, measured and purposeful, carried him towards her, a beacon of light in the mayhem that had enveloped their world.

Jae-sung then stood, transfixed, as the angel emerged from the maelstrom of battle. With celestial grace and poise, the angel descended from the heavens, its wings a brilliant white, each feather glinting in the ethereal light. Its eyes, hidden behind a sash of purest white, seemed to see all and know all, as it wielded its divine katana with effortless skill, slicing through the monstrous horde with ease. And there, amidst the chaos and destruction, stood Seo-yun.

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Triumphant holy trumpets began to play.

As the angel planted its sword into the ground, destruction rained down upon the eldritch creatures. Blade after axe, mace after spear, as if propelled by an unseen force, they fell from the clouds, slamming into the monstrous horde with unbridled ferocity. The ground shook with each impact, the air filled with the acrid scent of burning flesh and the deafening roar of battle. The angel stood amidst the carnage, a beacon of righteousness in a world overrun by chaos and darkness, its sword a conduit for divine wrath.

Jae-sung, ever the cunning strategist, surveyed the battlefield and quickly assessed that his companion Seo-yun was capable of defending herself. Without hesitation, he set his sights on a new objective: to ensure the safe evacuation of the innocent and to take up arms against the monstrous invaders.

Like a shrewd general, he rallied his allies and lead them in a calculated and relentless assault upon the beasts, his blade flashing and his mind sharp with the tactics of war.

He studied the movements of the monsters, identifying their weaknesses and exploiting them. He used the terrain to his advantage, luring the creatures into narrow corridors where their numbers were less of an advantage.

He conserved his energy, waiting for the perfect moment to strike with precision and deadly force. He employed the tactics of divide and conquer, separating the monsters and taking them on one at a time. As he battled, his mind was clear and his focus was unwavering, for he knew that victory in war is not in the number of battles won, but in the preservation of oneself.

As the tide of battle shifted against Jae-sung, he watched as his fellow sorcerers and supernatural allies were felled one by one. The cries of death echoed through the battlefield, and he knew that the situation was becoming increasingly dire. The enemy seemed tireless, relentless in their assault, Jae-sung knew that he would need every ounce of cunning and strategy if they hoped to survive.