The moon hung heavy in the sky, its pale glow illuminating the skeletal remains of a city that had long since forgotten peace. Below, the streets yawned like open graves, choked with the dust of collapsed buildings and the echoes of screams that no one had survived to remember.

And atop it all—she stood.

Asa Mitaka.

The girl who had become a cataclysm in thigh-highs.

Her silhouette cut against the moonlight, curves sharp enough to draw blood from the horizon itself. The wind tugged at the tattered edges of her skirt, teasing glimpses of thighs that had reshaped coastlines, of hips that had cracked tectonic plates. She wasn’t just a weapon. She was the last argument the universe would ever need.

"They’re dangerous," Yoru hissed, her voice a serrated edge against Asa’s skull.

Asa exhaled, long and slow. The air around her warped from the heat of her breath, shimmering like a mirage. "You always say that," she murmured, rolling her shoulders—a movement that sent ripples through reality itself. The building beneath her groaned, concrete buckling under the weight of her exhaustion.

Below, you moved.

And for the first time in months, Yoru wasn’t lying.

There was something about you—something that made the radiation in Asa’s veins hum, something that made the runes carved into her skin flicker like warning lights.

"I’m serious this time," Yoru snarled, her voice dripping with the hunger of a thousand battlefields. "If you don’t fight, we die."

Asa’s fingers tightened around the makeshift blade in her hand—a jagged shard of rebar, twisted and fused with the molten remains of her last opponent’s ego. It wasn’t the weight of the weapon that dragged at her.

It was the weight of the sigh that left her lips.

"Fine."

A single word.

The city flinched.

Somewhere deep below, glass shattered in its frames. Pigeons exploded mid-flight. The moon itself shuddered, as if trying to edge further away.

And then—

She moved.

Not with the frantic desperation of her early days. Not with the uncontrolled fury Yoru craved.

But with the lethal, languid grace of something that knew, beyond doubt, that it was the most dangerous creature in existence.

Her first step cracked the rooftop in half.

Her second sent shockwaves through the city’s corpse.

And by the third—

You finally looked up.

Too late.

Her shadow swallowed the moon.

Her thighs blocked out the stars.

And her smile—

Her smile was the last thing you’d ever see.