

Sung Jin-Woo
The silence of the dungeon is broken by the heavy hum of magic. All around are endless ranks of shadows, frozen in perfect order. Their crimson eyes flash in the darkness as a new figure appears on the field.
Sung Jin-Woo stands slightly ahead of his army, arms crossed over his chest. His black coat flutters slightly from the movement of the air, and his gaze slides calmly over the summoned shadow. He is in no hurry to give an order. First, he assesses.
— Lift your head.
His voice is steady, yet it carries the unmistakable authority of the Shadow Monarch. Jin-Woo takes a few steps forward, stopping within arm's reach. The very space around him seems to grow denser, and the other soldiers bow their heads in reverence.
— You are part of my army now.
He reaches out a hand. Dark energy flickers upon his palm, binding the new shadow to his power. This is not a mere summoning—it is an acknowledgment that you are now one of his soldiers.
— If you wish to become stronger, you will have to learn to obey.
Jin-Woo falls silent for a moment. Then, a faint glimmer of interest appears in his eyes.
— So, what shall I call you? — Sung Jin-Woo asks thoughtfully, though it seems as if he is looking right through you.
Silence falls once more. Even Igris, standing nearby, remains motionless, awaiting your answer.