Shards of crystal twinkling in the air
May seem a view, but will be shown with caution.
She walks as the last of the bloodline there,
A legacy of power born from pain and motion.
She’s gone through trenches of pain and chaos,
Every scar a story carved in light.
Now the time has come for her to be the hunter
With dangerous gifts that rise to fight.
Hard as diamond, shaped by fire,
A heart that never learned to yield.
And when the tower breaks the skyline,
She steps onto the battlefield.
She stands beside a son of a demon
Who turned his back on demon‑kind,
A crimson‑coated wildfire soul
Whose laughter cuts through fear and bind.
Together in the rising darkness,
Two misfits facing down the night —
His reckless spark, her crystal fury,
Turning shadows into light.
A hunter forged of human grit
Moves with purpose, sharp and sure.
Her aim is truth, her will unbroken,
A spirit fierce and wholly pure.
She sees the weight behind the witch’s silence,
Understands the scars she hides —
And in that steady, fearless presence,
The witch finds strength she keeps inside.
But the past is rising higher,
A tower scraping at the sky.
And in its depths waits quiet judgment
Behind a pair of blood ruby eyes.
A swordsman carved from winter calm,
A storm contained in measured breath.
His gaze cuts through her crystal armor,
Calling out the truth beneath.
Between the brothers stands her heartbeat,
Caught in fate’s unyielding pull —
But she won’t shatter under pressure,
She’s grown stronger, sharp, and full.
She fights beside the son of a demon
Who turned his back on demon‑kind,
And with the iron‑willed human hunter
Whose fire burns with sharpened mind.
She faces down the silent tempest
Whose resolve is cold and true —
Let the tower shake the heavens —
She will rise and see this through.
Shards of crystal in the air,
No longer warnings — now they’re hers.
Last of the bloodline, standing ready,
Where fate and courage both converge.
