This visual transition perfectly mirrors the narrative, making the reader feel the fall.
Min-hyuk's lips twitched. "You caught me by the ankle. Dad was furious—said I needed to learn how to fall on my own."
“Still getting in my way, little brother?” Kang snarls, shadow threads snapping as Iseul’s flames cut through them.
This visual transition perfectly mirrors the narrative, making the reader feel the fall.
Min-hyuk's lips twitched. "You caught me by the ankle. Dad was furious—said I needed to learn how to fall on my own."
“Still getting in my way, little brother?” Kang snarls, shadow threads snapping as Iseul’s flames cut through them.