Trump Cards Manhua

As Se-ryeong Moon stared at the mysterious cards laid out before her, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease creeping up her spine. Each card she turned revealed a snippet of the unknown future, leaving her breathless with anticipation and fear. But one card, in particular, caught her eye - a card depicting a pair of entwined hands, fingers interlocked in a complex dance. As she studied the intricate design, a flash of recognition flickered across her mind. Those hands seemed familiar, as if she had seen them before in a half-remembered dream. Without warning, a gust of wind whipped through the room, blowing the cards off the table and scattering them like confetti. Picking up the card with the entwined hands, Se-ryeong felt a strange pull, urging her to follow where they led. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, she stepped out into the night, the cards clenched tightly in her grasp. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Suddenly, she saw them - two figures standing in the shadows, their hands reaching out towards each other. As she drew closer, she realized with a start that the figures mirrored the image on the card she held. In that moment, Se-ryeong knew that the cards were not just a game or a mere glimpse into the future. They were a map guiding her towards a destiny intertwined with others, a fate that she couldn't escape. And as she reached out her hand to join the others, she felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, binding her to a path she could no longer resist. The trump cards had been played, and the game had only just begun.