With a piercing whistle, the crimson boomerang tore through the air, spiraling toward Seung in a lethal arc.
Seung braced himself, his body vibrating with the raw force as the weapon closed in. Just as he prepared to risk it all, a blade flashed into the boomerang's path, striking it mid-flight with a resounding metallic clang. The weapon spun away, clattering against the concrete floor as a figure materialized between Seung and the approaching demons.
In a brief, charged moment, Seung took in the stranger's imposing silhouette, shrouded in shadows, face obscured by a dark mask. The figure moved with a fluid, almost effortless grace, stirring a mix of confusion and reluctant admiration in Seung as he struggled to decide if this newcomer was an ally—or another threat.
