The night raged on, rain pouring relentlessly over the old wooden house. Shadows of dark figures emerged outside the mansion, moving silently yet with clear malicious intent.
Kim stood tall, spiritual bullets orbiting his palms. He glanced at Ella beside him, her eyes glowing a silver-blue light. "Ready?" he asked, his voice cold and sharp.
Ella nodded. "Ready." The power coursing through her began to shimmer around her, like mirrors reflecting fragments of the past.
Suddenly, the dark silhouettes charged forward. Kim pressed his fingers, sending spiritual bullets soaring with precision. The explosions of energy echoed through the valley.
Ella stepped in, her vision bending Kim's bullets along her sight. She could see the paths of spirits in every shot, turning the fight into a dance of light and shadow.
"Watch your left!" Ella shouted, as Kim's bullets curved according to her guidance.
Kim lunged forward, his figure half-divine, half-cold-blooded mobster. His fists gripped the spiritual bullets as if controlling the fate of the world itself.
The attackers began to retreat, only to unleash a half-god demon in their place. The cries of curses and spirits echoed around Kim and Ella. Their powers merged, forming a shield of radiant energy.
"We need to combine our power!" Kim yelled. Ella responded with a faint smile, "I'm with you!"
The impact of their combined spiritual energy made the rain fall even harder. The cries and bullets formed a rhythm, as if the world itself trembled. But for Kim and Ella, this was the first time they truly fought together — understanding each other's power, trusting one another, and beginning to recognize the hearts hidden beneath the surface.