The silence that descended upon the demon's lair was profound, a stark contrast to the brutal, chaotic violence of moments before. The foul stench of blood and demonic Qi still hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the evil that had festered there.
Yue Lingshan stood panting softly, her hand still clutching her Verdant Willow Blade, her beautiful face pale behind her veil. She looked from the smooth, empty patch of wall where Mo Jiao had been annihilated to the man standing calmly before her.
Wang Jian. Her savior. Her lover. And, as she had just witnessed, a being of terrifying, unimaginable power.
He walked over to her, the dark, overwhelming demonic aura he had unleashed now completely gone, replaced once more by the warm, steady presence she knew and adored. He gently took her hand, his thumb stroking her skin.
"It is over, Lingshan," he said, his voice a soft, reassuring murmur. "You are safe."
