"I can't do this, Gin, please... it's too painful for you." Tears fell from your eyes, your gaze was empty, your hands trembled as you lifted the sword that now felt so heavy.

"Look into my eyes," his voice trembled from the slash of the sword you delivered. His blood-soaked hand reached toward your face. You moved closer, holding and pressing Bian's hand against your cheek.

"Don't cry, it will break my heart. Lift my sword in your hand... and drive it here." His hand pointed straight to his heart. Bian’s guidance left you powerless to resist, and you followed his words. The sword was now plunged in, and Bian’s scream of pain made you shake. You made a decision: if this world couldn't accept Bian as a demon, then you—the world’s savior—would follow him into death.

"My love," a deep but familiar voice called out, stirring the memory of that final moment. You turned to face the man behind the voice. His face... so familiar—it was your beloved.

You immediately embraced Bian’s body. The suffering had ended. Now, nothing could separate you from Bian ever again.