THE FOUR

The demon’s roar was a monstrous sound, shaking the rain-soaked streets like an earthquake. Its form twisted and writhing, a grotesque fusion of jagged horns, sinewy muscles, and eyes that burned with ancient hatred. It moved with terrifying speed despite its size, each step cracking the ground beneath like thunderclaps.



Kaito felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as the air around him thickened, charged with his wind magic. His grip tightened on his sword, the blade shimmering as swirling gusts danced along its edge. The air whispered to him, bending to his will.



“Stay close!” he barked to the others, eyes locking on the demon’s glowing core. That’s the weak spot, he thought. If we hit it, maybe we can end this quickly.



Ren laughed—a manic, fierce sound that echoed over the storm. “End it quickly? Where’s the fun in that? Let me add a little fireworks to the party.” His pistols flared, flames licking out like twin dragons unleashed.



Haru’s pale eyes flickered as he calculated the demon’s patterns. “Its movements are irregular—unstable. But it’s anticipating our attacks.” He stepped forward, hands weaving through the air, as if pulling invisible strings. “We’ll need to synchronize our strikes.”



Daiki’s deep voice rumbled like the earth itself. “Then let’s bring the mountain down on it.” He slammed his fists to the ground, and the earth trembled. Cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestones, rocks levitating with slow, deliberate power around his knuckles.