The last demon king in the world of cultivation died in my hands, or to be precise, in the hands of the four of us.
The last human girl with the blood of a mythical beast, a blond boy who was the only one to survive after being killed by demons all over his family, the only rose in the world with spikes but strong and soft, and a fool who loves the world, loves his lover, and loves all living things. Our team is destined to be the sword that slays demons.
"To kill the Demon Lord, you need to collect four ancient artifacts, and the four of us are the guide to the last 'living' artifact. The mission is destined, either the Demon Lord dies, or we die."
Later, the immortal world honored us and the history books wrote biographies for us. But the legend didn't say which bold guy kissed whom first on the night of the celebration banquet.
Intention: We grow out of our own abyss and become each other's moonlight.