I came to find salvation from nightmares, but I found him instead. The cursed beast. For him, I’m a reminder of the mistakes of the past. For me, he is a threat. But… his hands pull me out of the jaws of death, and mine bind his wounds.
His hatred burns even more fiercely than a ritual bonfire—because many years ago he already loved a woman who destroyed his life and almost ruined the world.
Now the boundary between worlds is tearing again. But what if salvation isn’t escape?
What if it’s stepping toward what shatters you to pieces.