Fighting him. My maker. My ruin.
Her hands trembled. I could feel it — her breaking. Not from the magic. But from watching me fall. I wouldn’t let her watch me fall.
Not today.
I struck my father with all the power I had — my shadows, my flame, my pain, my love.
And I screamed:
“You don’t get to take her!”
Taeyang
What the bond awakens
The battlefield was fire and screams.
I moved like a storm through the chaos — blade drenched, hands bloodied, my rage barely tethered to control. Every breath I drew was filled with the scent of ash and sulfur, the roar of the Demon King's army echoing through the crumbling palace walls.
But I wasn’t looking for them.
I was looking for her.
My bond pulsed like a warning bell deep in my chest. The closer I got, the more it burned — a molten brand pressing against my ribs.
Yuna.
I saw her — fighting like hell, surrounded by three hellbeasts, her daggers flashing like silver fire. Beautiful. Relentless. Terrified.
And then everythingstopped.
A demon twice her size lunged and slammed her against the cracked pillar. Her body crumpled with a sickening sound. Her scream — sharp and choked — tore through the air.
“No,” I breathed.
Time fractured.
I watched as the blade of a claw tore across her thigh. Her blood hit the stone, dark and too much.
I saw red.
Something inside mesnapped.
The ground cracked beneath me as I released my restraint — a guttural roar erupting from my chest. I was no longer in control. The bondtookme. Possessed me.
I becamewrath.
My runes ignited, glowing red-hot. My skin cracked with power as the berserker inside rose — not for war, not for duty.
Forher.
I threw myself into the fray, ripping the demons off her with my bare hands. One tried to run. I speared him with my blade and roared,
“You touched what wasmine.”
The others didn’t even get a scream off before I shredded them with pure fury. I didn’t stop. Not until their bodies were unrecognizable. Until the air stank of burnt flesh.
Only then did I turn to her.
