Uraboku Review

Yuki didn't need to look up to know it was Luka Crosszeria. The high-level Duras, known to many as the traitorous "Bloody Zess," moved with a silent grace that defied his lethal nature. He came to a halt just a step behind Yuki, his silver eyes reflecting the fading light.

Luka stepped down and sat beside him, the proximity radiating a familiar, protective warmth. He reached out, his gloved hand hesitating for a fraction of a second before gently covering Yuki’s. Uraboku

"Is it that obvious?" Yuki asked with a small, weary smile. He looked down at his hands, which possessed the "God's Light" ability to heal others by taking their pain onto himself. "I just... I see flashes sometimes. Not just of the war, but of quiet moments like this. Only, you weren't standing behind me back then. You were holding my hand." Yuki didn't need to look up to know it was Luka Crosszeria

Luka went still. To him, those memories weren't just flashes; they were a vivid, eternal ache. He had loved Yuki when Yuki was a woman, and he loved him now, regardless of the form he took. "The world has changed many times, Yuki. But the soul does not." Luka stepped down and sat beside him, the

The autumn air around the Twilight Mansion was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and late-blooming flowers. Yuki Sakurai sat on the stone steps of the veranda, his gaze fixed on the darkening horizon. Since joining the Giou Clan, his life had become a whirlwind of battles, ancient feuds, and the heavy realization that he had lived—and died—many times before.

Yuki felt the steady beat of his own heart, calmed by Luka’s presence. The "Betrayal" that defined their history felt a world away in the silence of the garden. He closed his fingers around Luka’s, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that even death couldn't break.

"I might not remember everything yet," Yuki said softly, leaning his head against Luka’s shoulder. "But I know I’m not alone. And for now, that’s enough."