Lee Chang looked at a horrific loss, breathing hard as he stared a thousand yards past the door toward the damage he knew he'd now caused. But he didn't pull at Mingyu's grip around his wrist, didn't step forward. Instead, his grit his teeth and hissed in a breath.

"Damn it," he swore, the Korean translating thanks to the crystals they now had, but still delivered in a way that would make Mu-Yeong blush.

"Damn it!" He turned back around, aggressively searching the rest of the kitchens, hoping the others would find them.