Novel & Cerita Rengoku X Giyuu

Standing in the doorway—Antonio Franches, gun raised, his gaze cold and murderous. "Touch her again, and I’ll send you straight to hell." The Final Standoff Antonio’s custom Desert Eagle-Silencer was locked onto Renjiro’s head. The tension in the room was suffocating, every breath heavy, every second stretched thin. Cassandra could hear the pounding of her own heart, still trapped in Renjiro’s iron grip. Renjiro—known for his merciless brutality, for his fearless nature—smirked. Slowly, he unsheathed his prized katana, the blade gleaming under the dim lighting.

He always excelled in the fire magic. I could sense the disturbing mood of my beloved. I couldn’t ignore it. I had the urge to do something for him. I focused my mana on my surroundings and lifted myself to the other side of the mirror. Although my appearance was only created by mana, I could touch and feel their heat. I stumbled and was helped by Rengoku’s arm that caught me in the grip of steel. His strength must’ve been prodigious like he was back then. He has always shown a frail and stupid appearance to deceive his foes and so that nobody could prevent his plan from succeeding.