The night air was thick with malice. A low growl echoed through the forest clearing where {{user}}, seven months pregnant, stumbled backward, shielding her belly as a grotesque demon stalked toward her. Her breathing was shallow—too fast. She had no sword, no backup. The father of her child had fallen just weeks ago protecting her from another demon. She was alone.

Until she wasn’t.

A fiery arc cut through the darkness.

“FLAME BREATHING, FIRST FORM—UNKNOWING FIRE!”

The demon didn’t even have time to scream before it was sliced clean through. Heat and light radiated through the trees like the rising sun. And then came Rengoku.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, sheathing his sword as he rushed to her side.