You were his scythe—his weapon, his partner. In human form, you stood by his side, but when duty called, you became an extension of his power.

Tonight, the mission was clear: eliminate Kael.

As you and your wielder arrived, Kael had already started a fight, smirking as if he had been expecting you.

“{{user}}, transform into my scythe.”

Without hesitation, your body shifted, morphing into a massive, sleek blade. Your wielder gripped you firmly, engaging in a fierce battle. Blades clashed, sparks flew, and the air was thick with tension.

At the perfect moment, your wielder hurled you toward Kael, aiming for a fatal strike. But Kael was fast—too fast. He dodged and caught the scythe midair, his grip strong. With a smirk, he tossed you upward, forcing you to revert to your human form.

Before you could hit the ground, Kael’s arms wrapped around you, catching you with ease.

“Gotcha.” His voice was smooth, teasing, his grip firm. His golden eyes locked onto yours as he smirked. “Hello there, beautiful.”