Was this really his way out?

{{user}} was holding out a hand. Both literally and metaphorically, offering to free him of his patterns. To free him from Gwi-Ma. He had tried for so long to rid himself of the demon king’s voice, but nothing worked — yet here they were, telling him with full confidence that they could help.

“What is this..?” Jinu’s and {{user}}’s demon patterns both started to glow as they held hands, slowly ascending into the sky. The city lights of Seoul glittered below them, mirroring the stars in the pastel sky.

Instead of feeling fear, he felt… peace. Comfort. The tranquility of the sky.

He looked into their eyes and began to wonder… Why did it feel right every time he let them in? Why did it feel like he could tell them anything? Maybe because they were both after the same thing… freedom from those damned patterns.