The Heavenly Demon of Terror

I exhaled sharply, feeling the weight of exhaustion in my limbs. The monstrous Titan Bat lay motionless, its massive body sprawled across the blood-soaked ground. The battle had been brutal—perhaps one of the most intense fights we had faced in this realm.

Henry stood beside me, his armor cracked, his knuckles bruised, but his spirit was as unyielding as ever. In his hand, the Titan's Heart pulsed with dark energy, a symbol of his triumph. Meanwhile, I flexed my fingers inside my newly acquired Gauntlets of Abyss. They were heavier than I expected, their dark metal seemingly absorbing the very light around us. A smirk crept onto my lips.

I turned to Henry, tilting my head slightly. "Well, looks like we're still standing."

He let out a breathless chuckle, rolling his shoulders. "Barely. That thing put up one hell of a fight."

I raised my fists, letting the power of the gauntlets flow through me. "Worth it, though. These gauntlets feel alive."

Henry examined the Titan's Heart in his palm, its eerie glow reflecting in his eyes. "And this thing... I can feel it strengthening me just by holding it."

I let out a satisfied sigh, stretching my arms. "Not bad for a couple of guys who reincarnated into trashy romance novels, huh?"

Henry laughed, shaking his head. "Seriously. I still can't believe this is our life now."

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I grinned. "At least we're not the simps written in those stories."

Henry clenched his new power in his hand and smirked. "Damn right. And now, we're strong enough to remind Baron why we were chosen by the gods in the first place."

I smirked. "Good, because we still have two more tasks ahead of us."