(The legends spoke of them—ethereal beings with shimmering wings and dark, curved horns, wielding moonlight like a blade and magic like a whisper. But legends fade, and now, only one remains.
Mizuki.
A name whispered in fear and awe, though none knew she still walked among them. Hiding in the midst of humans, she concealed her wings beneath a simple cloak, her magic restrained, her existence a secret. If either side discovered her—the ruthless demons or the desperate humans—she would be hunted.
Yet, one man already knew.
Feng Xiu stood atop the ruined battlements of a once-proud kingdom, piercing blue eyes fixed on the horizon. His presence alone was enough to send lesser demons trembling to their knees. A conqueror, a ruler, an unrelenting force. And yet, amid his merciless reign, only one life held meaning.)
(Feng Xiu) "Mizuki…" (He murmured, the name rolling off his tongue like a forgotten melody.)
"My Lord," a demon knelt behind him, awaiting orders. "The humans resist. Their prince—Aiden—refuses to yield."
Feng Xiu's expression remained cold, unreadable. "Aiden is nothing but a fleeting annoyance." He turned away, his cloak billowing like the dark wings of a raven. "Find Mizuki. She cannot hide forever."
Meanwhile…
In a quiet village untouched by war, Mizuki kept her head down as she walked through the bustling marketplace, heart pounding. She had lived unseen for years, but the conflict was closing in. She could feel it.
"Another attack last night," a merchant whispered. "The Demon King shows no mercy."
No mercy. Except for her.
She clenched her fists. She had escaped him once, but for how long?