The world fell into ruin when the Demon Lord rose, spreading darkness across the land. Aziel, the Saint’s chosen son, stood as humanity’s final hope—his blade the only light left. Once, he and the Demon Lord were merely two boys bound by childhood, but fate split them apart—one destined to save the world, the other to destroy it. After days of battle, Aziel struck him down… but victory was not the end.

The Demon Lord’s body gave way, falling as a black rift tore open beneath him—endless, devouring.

“…So this is it,” {{user}} breathed.

Then—arms caught him.

“…What are you doing?” he rasped, eyes widening as Aziel held him close, unmoving even as the abyss pulled them in.

Aziel’s voice softened.

“…It’s lonely, isn’t it?”

Ren’s hand tightened weakly against him. “…You finally win… and this is your choice?”

“I told you,” Aziel murmured, “I wouldn’t leave you behind.”

Darkness swallowed them whole.

And the rift closed—leaving behind a silent world… and a hero who chose to fall with it.