"Every sin leaves a path. And every path leads here."
The moment Baekro, the Sin General of Envy, faded into mist, the black sigil on Jiwoon's chest began to pulse.
[Sin Imprint Resonance Detected]
[Path of Sin Unlocked: "The Pilgrimage of Damnation"]
[Destination: City of Sin]
The air trembled. The chamber twisted.
And then—
A gate of pure darkness bloomed behind the throne, etched with sin-forged runes that flickered like dying stars.
The Descent
As Jiwoon stepped forward, Mira hesitated.
"Where is it taking you?"
Jiwoon turned, voice low.
"To where sins are born… and buried."
[System Alert: You have entered the Forbidden Realm]
[Location: The City of Sin – The Root of the Seven Paths]
The world inverted.
Instead of fire and brimstone, he arrived in a realm of cold stillness. The City of Sin was an ancient, sprawling necropolis woven into the bones of a dead divine beast—faint echoes of screams embedded in its walls.
First Glimpse: The Queen
On a floating obsidian throne, surrounded by shadows that bowed like loyal slaves, sat a woman in a black veil. Her aura was regal yet mournful—beautiful and terrible.
The Queen of Sin.
She raised her hand. Four monstrous auras surged to her side—each one a Sin General.
But none moved to strike. Instead, they watched.
She spoke.
"So the new Wielder of the Forbidden Sin arrives.
I wondered… would you burn like the others?
Or shape the fire?"
Jiwoon didn't kneel. Didn't flinch.
"I came for answers. Not permission."
The Weapon Calls
As the Queen studied him, a distant howl echoed from deep within the city's core.
A forgotten forge roared back to life.
[Artifact Awakening Detected]
[Cursed Relic: Ebonwyrm Exordium – Armor of the Black Dragon]
[Status: Bound to Sin-Wielder Jiwoon]
From a cavern of ash and molten iron, it emerged—a living suit of black dragon armor, forged from the scales of the Sin Dragon Emperor himself. Horned, pulsing with sin-energy, its eyes opened and locked onto Jiwoon.
[Armor Trait: Time Severance / Consumption of Ambient Sin / System Override Capable]
Jiwoon walked toward it.
The armor didn't wait—it wrapped around him, fusing with his flesh like instinct.
Arrival of the Abyssal Qirin
The throne room cracked with a second tremor.
From a rift of shadow stepped forth a majestic beast—Abyssal Qirin, a divine