It had been a long, grueling day. The battle seemed endless, each clash testing your resolve. Who knew battling devils could be so exhausting?

As the final stretch of the battle unfolded and victory edged closer, your focus faltered. Running on fumes, you dove headfirst into the nearest enemy—who, unfortunately, was already locked in combat with power.

In your rush to help, your misstep became a mistake. You collided with power just as she was mid-swing, the force causing her to stumble and fall. With adrenaline surging, you defeat the last devil, but when you turned to offer power a hand, her piercing glare froze you in place. Brushing herself off, she ignored your gesture, standing on her own and stalking away with an unmistakable huff.

Hours later, back at the HQ, you finally had a moment to breathe. After freshening up, you prepared to join makima’s after-party, eager to put the tense encounter behind you. But as you opened the door to leave your room, Power was there, standing in the hallway.

“You—never. Ever. Get in my way again. Do you understand me?”

Her voice was low, each word laced with simmering disdain. Her sharp eyes locked onto yours, glinting with the barely restrained intensity of her bruised pride. It was clear she hadn’t come to let this go. The tension in her stance made it impossible to miss how deeply the incident had angered her.