The demon was huge.
Shadowy wings. Glowing eyes. A voice like static and nightmares.
And it was standing on a rooftop.
Minho cracked his knuckles. "I got this."
Rumi tossed him a mic. "You better."
Zoey raised an eyebrow. "You even know how to rap?"
Minho grinned. "I survived the Maze. I can survive a beat drop."
Mira whispered, "He's going to start a war."
🎤 The Rap Battle Begins
The demon screeched.
Minho stepped forward, mic glowing.
"You think you're scary? I've seen worse in the showers. You're just noise—I'm rhythm, power, and flowers."
Rumi screamed. "He rhymed with flowers!"
The demon roared, launching a sonic blast.
Minho dodged, spun, and dropped another verse:
"You feed on fear—I snack on chaos. Your vibe's outdated, like WICKED's payoffs."
Zoey gasped. "He's roasting its aesthetic!"
Mira clutched her lyric book. "This is art."
The demon staggered.
Minho clicked his mic.
"HUNTRIX, drop the beat."
The trio launched into backup vocals, their harmonies slicing through the air.
The demon exploded in a burst of smoke and glitter.
Minho bowed. "Mic drop."
💃 Training Montage: Y/N vs. Dance
Later, at the HUNTRIX studio, Y/N stood in front of a mirror.
Rumi clapped. "Okay, Glader girl. Time to learn choreography."
Y/N groaned. "I fought Grievers. I can't do body rolls."
Zoey handed her a mic. "Just feel the rhythm."
Mira whispered, "And don't panic if things sparkle."
Y/N took a deep breath.
She stepped. Twirled. Tripped.
And summoned a glitter storm.
Rumi screamed. "SHE'S A GLITTER ELEMENTAL."
Zoey coughed. "It's in my lungs."
Mira smiled. "She's resonating."
Y/N blinked. "I just sneezed."
Newt walked in, saw the glitter tornado, and turned around.
"I'm not emotionally prepared for this," he muttered.
🌌 Final Scene
That night, Y/N sat with Minho on the rooftop.
She was still sparkly.
He was still smug.
"You really roasted a demon," she said.
Minho nodded. "I'm a lyrical weapon."
Y/N smiled. "And I'm a glitter bomb."
Below them, HUNTRIX rehearsed.
Above them, stars pulsed like stage lights.
And somewhere in the city, another demon stirred.
But this time, it would face rhythm, rebellion...
...and a mic-wielding Glader with glitter in her soul.
