“Watch out,” Minju screams.
I spin and barely manage to evade a misshapen maw, then I stab the monster in the eye, too startled to aim for its mouth. But it blinks out—sucked into a black pinprick in the air, then gone.
“Your sword of light.” Minju points at it. “It kills the monsters anywhere you cut them.”
“Sweet.” I offer her a smile of vicious delight and go to town on the terrifying motherfuckers. And even as adrenaline rushes through my blood and roars in my ears, the blurry outline of a plan forms in my mind.
“Jaeseok, you have her?” I yell over my shoulder.
“I think my violent little historian has herself,” he shouts back.
I risk a look behind me, and Minju is airborne, swooshing down like the angel of death to stab away at the bloody red mouths of the monsters. Her heart-shaped face scrunches into a scowl, and growly screams burst past her Cupid’s-bow lips.
“Fuck yeah.” I hoot, then I fly to my darling, stabby friend. “Minju, let me try something.”
I place my hand over hers, gripping the hilt of her dagger, and push the Yeoiju’s light into her weapon.
Once her dagger glows white like my Shin’gwangdo, my nerdy friend whispers fervently, “That is brilliant.”
“Now try.” I smile.
With a high-pitched squeal, Minju ferociously slashes the closest monster at hand, and it winks out obligingly.
“It works, Sunny,” she says with a gleeful smile. “Now go do everyone else’s.”
“You got it.” I whoosh away with a wink. I fly—not like an airplane, but more like a UFO—popping in and out of view.
To think, Draco made fun of me for being the only Sentinel who couldn’t fly.Look at me now, kid.And I’m going to save the worlds like I promised them.
I grab the handle of Jaeseok’s spear and infuse my power into it. Then I do the same for Hailey’s crossbow, Cheyun’s twin swords, and Jihun’s long sword.
“Thank you, Goddess,” Jihun says with a shit-eating grin before thrusting his sword backward to kill a monster behind him.
“Shut up.” I stick my tongue out at him and fly away to find my husband.
A horde of nightmare beasts rushes him from all sides, and he chops them all down with ice-cold accuracy. “Ethan.”
I realize my mistake the moment his name leaves my mouth—the only sound that could penetrate his razor-sharp concentration. He glances up at me, and a monster takes advantage of his distraction to slash him down the back. Ethan grimaces, arching his back against the pain, then he cuts the hateful thing down with a growl.
“I’m so sorry.” I land by his side. “Are you okay?”
He shifts his shoulders with a wince. “I’ll live. How are you?”
“Just swell.” I swing my sword of light to keep the nightmares at bay and crush a swift kiss on his mouth. “Here, I can help.”
“Yes,” he groans and tugs me toward him. “More.”
“No, not like that,” I chide. “This.”
I grab the handles of his axes until the blades shine with white light.
He smirks, testing them out on the beasts leaping toward us. “This will come in handy.”
We flatten the nightmare beasts with the help of the supercharged weapons, but they keep coming.
Will it ever end?
I don’t know how long we’ve been fighting when I raise the Shin’gwangdo and stab the last monster. It blinks out of existence, and silence descends around us. I scan our surroundings, fighting for my breath.
