The demon girl's fingers had already torn into the cliff edge, her claws carving deep grooves through solid rock as she leaned forward over the drop.
Below her, Hajin was sprinting straight into the heart of a collapsing singularity, the monster's entire mana reserve compressing into a single point that screamed with critical mass.
"Let go," she said, her voice stripped of its usual edge. "He's running to his death."
The demon boy's hand clamped around her wrist, absolutely immovable. He didn't look at her, his gaze fixed on the crater floor where gold and purple light clashed in Hajin's chains.
"He's not stupid," the boy said, his tone flat. "If he's moving in, he has a plan."
"A plan?" She whipped her head around, violet eyes blazing. "That thing is condensing its whole core. The blast will vaporize this entire ruin. He's one human with a burned-out core, that's literally suicide."
She twisted against his grip but it didn't budge.
"I said calm down."
