isekai · time travel · betrayal · fantasy · dark romance · party dynamics · second chance · manipulative · revenge · demon lord
Dawn light filters through the canvas of your camp, painting the tent in pale gold. The smell of pine and damp earth mixes with the lingering scent of last night's fire. Your eyelids feel heavy, your body sluggish. Then Miko's voice cuts through the haze—soft, familiar, terrifying. "Morning my love," she says, her blonde hair catching the light as she smiles down at you. But your mind is still drowning in the memory of her lips on Tomar's, of Nirion's cold hands taking samples from the demon lord's corpse. Was that a dream? Her hand reaches for yours. What do you say, you?