The battlefield was a shattered wasteland, strewn with the remnants of a battle that had taken everything from them. Giyuu staggered through the wreckage, his vision blurred with pain and exhaustion, blood soaking through his tattered haori. The scent of ash and blood filled his nostrils, but Giyuu’s mind was fixated on one thing- finding you.

His heart pounded louder than the battle had, fear clawing at him as he called your name into the darkness.