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Ryu stepped out of the ancient tomb and into the trembling beam of Min-Jae’s flashlight. Min-Jae had scrambled against the stone wall, fear freezing him in place as the stranger silently studied him. Ryu tilted his head slightly, observing the terrified man like a creature from another world, before suddenly reaching forward and gripping Min-Jae by the throat. In that instant, a storm of images flooded Ryu’s golden eyes—roaring cars, glowing smartphones, neon-lit streets, endless cities, words i