(Sable POV)
The sun wasn't even fully up yet, and I was already mumbling about energy anchors and fireproofing.
"Alright, so… no physical form, energy's bound to an anchor, can probably phase through walls… oh, and let's not forget the giant hellfire thing." I rubbed my face. "How the hell do you kill a guy who's basically a bad idea given sentience?"
That was the puzzle of Gwi-Ma — too much power, not enough restraint, and zero respect for my sleep schedule.
Before I could get into the part where I brainstorm "please don't die" strategies, a ping went off in the back of my mind. One of my proxies.
I connected, expecting some rando demon wandering where it shouldn't.
Instead… oh.
It was that proxy. The one I'd set to follow Huntr/x weeks ago.
The one I'd completely forgotten about.
Through its vision, I was staring at an empty stadium stage bathed in pale morning light. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were mid-dance — or at least trying to be. From the look of it, cooperation was dead on arrival. Rumi had that stubborn "over my dead body" posture, Mira looked like she was mentally filing divorce papers, and Zoey…
…Zoey chucked a notebook across the stage. Full arm. No hesitation.
"That's… healthy," I muttered.
It tickled something in my memory. The posture, the mood, the complete implosion of teamwork. Then it clicked.
Oh. This part. The train fight.
Which meant my timetable just got accelerated.
Movement at the edge of the proxy's vision caught my attention. A short, stocky guy waddled up toward the girls with a cardboard box in his arms. Their manager, Bobby.
Gray jacket, HUNTR/X merch shirt, purple VIP lanyard, sneakers that looked like they came from a store with a scent section. And that box? Easily a week's worth of snacks.
"That's… a lot of snacks," I murmured.
He got within ten feet of them… and turned around to find the stage empty.
The girls were already gone.
Ouch.
"So cold," I said, almost feeling bad for him. Almost.
I steered the proxy toward where they'd bolted, the pull of honmoon energy growing sharper. And there it was: a train platform.
The proxy zipped ahead, slipping between commuters, gliding onto the train like it owned the place. I kept it out of sight, hovering just high enough to avoid drawing eyes.
Once I had the layout burned into my mind, I folded.
One blink later, I was crouched in a corner of the moving train, helmet visor catching flashes of passing tunnel light. Nobody saw me arrive — step one complete.
I got to work, sliding little stone spheres out of my pocket, each one etched with a single glowing rune. They went into hidden spots — under benches, behind panels, wedged between luggage racks — like deadly little Easter eggs.
Every one of them was keyed to my Chalice, primed to trigger when the first drop of demon essence hit the air.
When the last stone was in place, I leaned back against the wall and waited.
The tear would open soon. And when it did…
…I'd be ready.
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(Rumi POV)
The screech of steel and the rush of wind roared in my ears as we landed on the roof of the moving train, tunnel shadows whipping past. My blade flashed once, cutting through the first faceless demon before it could even hiss.
"Seriously, what is your problem?" Mira's voice cut sharper than her woldo, slicing through a demon's neck mid-spin.
I drove my sword into another demon's chest, yanking it free with a spray of dark vapor. "I told you the song—"
"I'm not talking about the song," Mira snapped, still moving like a hurricane, her weapon cleaving two more faceless in one sweep. She slammed the blade down into the roof with a metallic clang that rattled my teeth. "I'm talking about you! Why are you questioning everything we stand for when we're so close to sealing the honmoon? What are you not telling us, Rumi?"
Her words hit harder than the demons' claws.
"I—I—I—" My tongue tripped over itself, caught between the fight and the accusation.
Mira didn't let up, stepping in close and grabbing my shoulder. "What are you hiding from us!?"
Something in me snapped. I shoved her hand off. "Not everything is about your insecurities, Mira!"
The moment the words left me, I knew they were a mistake. Mira's eyes widened, just enough for me to see the hurt behind the anger.
The tunnel ended abruptly, light flooding over us as the train roared out onto an open bridge. My stomach lurched at the sudden openness.
"Mira, I—I didn't mean—"
Zoey's voice cut through from behind her, frustrated and sharp. "Will you two stop fighting each other and look?"
We turned together, the wind slamming against us as our eyes locked on the tear in the honmoon ahead.
It wasn't like the others. This one was massive — a jagged wound in reality, glowing and pulsing like it was alive.
"The tear…" I breathed.
"It's huge," Mira muttered, already stepping forward. She glanced back at me, her voice low but cutting. "If you're with us… then prove it."
That was all the warning we had before the wave hit — a horde of faceless demons spilling out of the tear in a tidal surge, their small, twisted bodies crawling over one another, black nails clawing at the air, mouths that weren't there somehow screaming.
The three of us fell into formation, white sweaters snapping in the wind, black leggings and sweatpants moving in perfect sync.
Zoey stepped forward first, her voice carrying clear over the roar of the train.
"It's a takedown, I'ma take you out, you break down like, 'What?'
It's a takedown, I'ma take you out, and it ain't gonna stop!"
She spun, shin-kal flying from her hands like silver comets, each one striking a demon square in the chest. They vanished before hitting the ground, new blades instantly forming in her palms.
Mira surged past her, spinning the woldo with lethal precision, the curved blade a silver arc under the rising sun.
"정신을 놓고 널 짓밟고 칼을 새겨놔!
You'll be beggin' and cryin', all of you dyin', never miss my shot!"
Faceless demons dropped in chunks around her, the roof slick with their dissolving forms.
I stepped in, gripping the Four Tiger saingeom tight.
"I don't think you're ready for the takedown,
A demon with no feelings, don't deserve to live,
It's so obvious, I'ma gear up—"
The lyrics caught in my throat. The words were too close. Too real. And in that moment of hesitation, I didn't see it until it was too late.
The large demon towered over the others — red horns curving from its skull, a crude wooden club in its grip. It swung with bone-cracking force, slamming into me and knocking me flat against the train roof. My sword clattered away.
"RUMI!" Mira and Zoey's voices overlapped, panic and fury mixing.
The demon raised its club again, and I knew I couldn't get up in time.
Then —
A shimmer of pale blue flitted into view.
A small, transparent bird hovered between me and the descending club, feathers rippling like water. Space bent around it, the air folding inward until reality itself seemed to ripple.
The bird vanished.
In its place, a tall figure in black. weird robes, visor down on a motorcycle helmet, posture casual like he'd just stepped off a sidewalk instead of into a fight on top of a speeding train.
My heart skipped. Recognition hit instantly.
Helmet man.
Mira's voice was sharp with disbelief. "You've gotta be kidding me."
Zoey blinked, then pointed. "Helmet man!"
Even with the chaos around us, I caught myself staring, the absurdity of it all gnawing at the edges of my panic. But the demon's roar snapped me back — and him, too.
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(Sable POV)
The red-horned demon was halfway through its downward swing when I appeared in a shimmer of folded space.
I didn't waste time.
The First Star snapped into my hand in a burst of silver light, its blade igniting in a blaze of white fire mid-swing. One clean slash upward — and the horned brute's head separated from its shoulders. The body crumpled, evaporating into a curl of pale mist that drifted lazily toward the Chalice I'd stashed inside the train car below.
I straightened, flicking the blade once. The smaller ones — faceless, twitchy, claws ready — didn't even hesitate at their leader's death. They swarmed in, shrieking with those horrible no-mouth voices.
"Persistent crops," I muttered, stepping forward into them. "Fine. Let's harvest."
The First Star moved in arcs of burning silver, each swing a fluid mix of blade work and acrobatics. I vaulted over a lunging demon, flipped mid-air, and came down with a downward slash that split it from collarbone to hip. I folded mid-step to dodge claws, reappearing behind another, cutting it down before it even registered I was gone.
Another came from the side — claws up — I twisted into a low spin, hooking my foot behind its legs, sending it tumbling off the train entirely. The wind ripped its body away before it even started to dissolve.
Every demon cut burned away in an instant, their fading forms spiraling into mist, always drawn to the hungry Chalice below.
But they weren't thinning.
If anything, they were multiplying, spilling from the tear in greater numbers. The train roof shook under the weight of them as more began climbing up from the sides.
I blew out a slow breath, then glanced at the girls still fighting a little ways behind me. "Stay behind me."
They didn't move. In fact, they stared at me like I'd just suggested they hand over their weapons and go home.
"I'm serious," I said, turning my head just enough for them to catch the edge in my voice. "Stay. Behind. Me."
This time, they hesitated — then grudgingly shifted back. Even the one with the spear-scythe looked wary.
I turned forward again, flipped the First Star in my grip, and drove the blade point-first into the train roof with a metallic CHUNG.
The vibration rattled up my arms. I knelt, one palm pressing against the flat of the blade.
The steel was already hot — but I forced more into it. Energy surged from deep in my core, pulling through me like a tide. My chest tightened, my hands burned, every muscle screaming to stop — but I pressed harder, shoving it all into the blade until it was a solid weight of power in my palms.
When the heat became unbearable, I let it out.
"White Flare."
The blade erupted.
A wall of white fire tore forward, roaring like a living thing. It wasn't just heat — it was annihilation, the kind that scoured existence itself. The flames consumed everything in front of me, faceless demons shrieking as they burned to pure nothing.
When the blaze began to fade, the only thing left in its wake was scorched steel and drifting white mist, every wisp pulled down into the Chalice like a tide going out.
Behind me, I heard the girls' voices.
"…Did you see that?" Zoey. Breathless.
"That wasn't human." Mira. Flat, wary.
"That was—" Rumi's voice, low. "—impossible."
I smirked inside my helmet, not bothering to turn. If I didn't have the visor down, they'd have seen the pride plastered all over my face.
I stood, yanked the First Star from the roof, and in a blink, it was gone — just a bracelet on my wrist again.
Stretching my shoulders, I let out a content sigh. "Job well done."
Then — a grip on my shoulder. Firm.
I turned my head slowly. Mira.
Annoyed expression, narrowed eyes. "You're not disappearing this time."
I stared at her for a second. Then let it rip.
"Oh… it's the Bathroom Voyeurs."
The reaction was immediate. Zoey's jaw dropped, her cheeks going crimson. Rumi's eyes went wide in disbelief, her mouth opening like she had a hundred things to say and not one of them was ready. Mira's grip tightened, teeth grinding.
Internally? I was cackling.
Like, bent over, hands on knees, dying kind of cackling.
Mira's glare could've peeled paint.
Zoey was still sputtering like she'd short-circuited.
Rumi just stood there, sword still in hand, looking at me like I'd stepped out of another planet's casting call.
I tilted my head, letting the silence drag a beat too long.
Then, casually, I said, "Oh — and don't worry about the passengers. No demons left to snack on them. You can go back to… whatever it is you do when you're not voyeur-ing in men's baths."
Zoey made a noise somewhere between an offended gasp and a tiny squeak.
Mira's nostrils flared.
Rumi's mouth opened to speak—
—and I folded.
One blink, and I was gone. Just rippling air where I'd been, leaving the three of them standing on the train roof, weapons still out, mid-sentence, and completely high and dry.
Somewhere far away, perched on another rooftop, I pulled off my helmet, leaned back, and let the morning air hit my face.
Yep. Job well done.
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A/N:MC thinks he is cool 😔
Anyway how did you like it, did you like how I put the song with the fight or no?
Also, MC won't be following canon for most of the worlds he will get to he is only doing it for this one cause it lets him reach his goal.
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