She lay bleeding, one hand gripping her leg, the other still clutching her blade. Her eyes widened when she saw me — not with fear, but something else.
Recognition. The bondsangbetween us. I dropped to my knees beside her.
“Taeyang,” she whispered, voice hoarse, but still fierce. “You—”
“You’re hurt,” I snapped, my hands already glowing as I pressed them over the wound, forcing my power into her.
“Why—why are you—”
I didn’t let her finish.
I grabbed her chin, leaned in close, and whispered:
“Because I couldn’t breathe when I saw you fall.”
Her lips parted.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the war. Not the blood. Not the vow I once made to hate every part of her kind.
Only her.
Only Yuna.
And the bond —ours— burned brighter than ever.
At that moment I knew I could no longer deny it. But could she ever forgive me?
Jisoo
Ash and Grace
War was a song I knew by heart.
The clang of blades. The crackle of dark flame. The screams. The silence.
I moved through the chaos like a ghost made of shadow, always where the enemy least expected — one cut, one breath, one kill.
But I wasn’t alone.
Minji fought at my side, her movements sharp, strategic — beautiful. Where I struck with raw power, she moved with calculated grace. Together, we were a rhythm, a language without words. She would pivot, I would coverher flank. She would duck, and my blade would sing over her head.
I had never felt so… in tune with another soul.
I think the bond knew before I did. She was everything — brilliant, relentless, burning. And she wasmine.And then it happened.
A flash of silver. A howl of warning too late.
A demon's blade arced across her side — slicing deep, too deep.
I watched her stagger, her breath catch, her knees buckle.
And my worldstopped.
I heard nothing.
Saw nothing.
Onlyred.
