Anna's face was streaked with tears as she carried Arthur's limp body in her arms, supported by two Hunters flanking her sides.
Every step she took felt heavier despite the fact that her body was as healthy as it ever could be and she had no idea how this miracle came to be. Yet she couldn't express enough how grateful she was to have a second chance.
Arthur's head lolled against her shoulder, his face gaunt, drained by the impossible strain of trying to bend time itself to his will. Even in unconsciousness, his brow was furrowed as if he was still fighting some unseen battle. Anna pressed her cheek to his hair, voice raw and low.
"You can now rest, Arthur…I am here with you now,," she whispered.
The other Hunters cast her looks of mingled pity and respect. They had all seen her transform from a terrifying Reaper to this—someone broken but resolute, a demon whose love had undone every chain placed on her.
