“We are hunters, voices strong..” Rumi hummed, staring into the blade of her sword. The myriad of colours whisking her out of reality. A harmonious collection of iridescent hues filling her vision.

“Slaying demons with our song…” her small hands readjusted themselves on the handle of the weapon, her brows knitting together as she tried to lift it up properly. She was a demon hunter. A strong, fearless hunter.