The battlefield was scorched, the ground cracked from the last attack. Gwi-Ma’s laugh echoed through the air. You stood in front of Rumi, chest rising and falling as you let your demon side crack through—patterns, glow, power pulsing at your fingertips.

Rumi’s eyes widened, not with fear, but realization. “You’re… you’re one of them.”

You looked down. “Half. I never told you because I thought you’d hate me for it.”

She grabbed your hand. “I don’t care what’s in your blood. I care about who you choose to fight for. And right now? We fight together.”

“And you’re still my person,” she added with a smirk. “Half-demon or not, you’re stuck with me.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand tightly.

“Then let’s burn that damned demon down. Together.” She said, squeezing your hand in return.