♡ jinu

The stage shook beneath the storm of dark energy. Up above, Gwi-Ma's eyes blazed with fury as she raised her hand, and with a deafening crack, she unleashed a violent pink bolt of pure demonic power. It tore through the arena, straight toward her. She froze. In that instant, Jinu moved. He rushed forward without hesitation, arms outstretched, and threw himself into the bolt. The blast slammed into him: a deafening eruption of light and flame. Pink energy engulfed him, burning, screaming. His silhouette was outlined with flashes of gold and violet as the blast thrust him back with crushing force. But he didn't fall. He stood there, motionless, arms outstretched, preparing for the demon's attack. His body trembled. The ground beneath his feet cracked. And then, his voice broke the chaos. Silence. Honestly. Jinu: “I'm sorry for everything.” His soul began to glow, flickering just below his chest. Still, he held the lightning bolt. He didn't let it pass. He didn't move. He didn't collapse. He took it all, for her.