The scene opened once again on the capital of Lugunica.
And as always, the sun beat down on the paved streets without distinction — at least, that's what most people would say. But this time, for those who knew how to look, it struck certain places a little harder than others… as if the light itself wanted to signal that in those precise spots, something was happening — or was about to happen.
Despite everything, in the vast majority of the city, everyone went about their business as if nothing was wrong, unconcerned with anything that did not directly affect them. Life seemed so simple for those who remained ignorant of the atrocities of this world.
One of those places where the sun struck a little harder than necessary was a manor in the capital. A rather familiar manor — luxurious, adorned with crests too expensive to be subtle — as if the world itself wanted to signal that what could be found there was worth far more than one might believe at first glance… The narration therefore shifted inside this manor, crossing corridors that had already been described far too many times to need repeating…
We thus found ourselves on its balcony.
There, leaning into the void with the tranquil casualness of someone to whom gravity had granted a permanent exception, stood a man who was even more familiar.
Immaculate from head to toe, white in his clothes, white in his skin, his gaze resting on the rooftops of the city with the expression of someone waiting for something interesting to begin…
Kozuwa Kurisu. Again and always.
A silence reigned over the balcony — the kind of pleasant silence one only notices when it is broken. And it was broken, gently, by light footsteps on the tiles.
A soft and familiar voice shattered the solemn silence of the morning.
Sylphy : « Here is your tea, husband-sama… »
She appeared from inside, tray in hand, smiling with that natural discretion that was hers.
Kurisu : « Oh, my favorite. Thank you, Sylphy. You can put it there. »
Sylphy nodded with a warm smile and placed the cup on the small table beside him with absolutely unnecessary but absolutely perfect precision.
Sylphy : « Do not hesitate if you need anything else. »
Kurisu simply nodded in return.
She left as silently as she had come, leaving Kurisu alone with his tea from another world. He brought the cup to his lips, inhaled the aroma for a second — that slight vegetal bitterness that existed in no shop in Lugunica — and drank.
Kurisu : « Ahhh… delicious! »
He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the aroma. Then, abruptly, he turned his head toward the exact spot from which this narration was describing his actions — and smiled.
Kurisu : « Ohh… Hello everyone, dear readers. I see it's been a while, hasn't it? ... »
He paused, lightly waving his cup in their direction like a toast.
Kurisu : « But anyway… don't mind the way I'm enjoying myself, okay. Let's rather talk about the continuation of events. »
He finished his cup in one gulp and set it down carefully.
Kurisu : « Of course, what is going to happen now is as serious as it can be… or at least, wildly exciting! Yes, our dear Subaru has started a new loop. And the previous one was rather original, I must say… »
A spark lit up in his eyes.
Kurisu : « He should be waking up… or maybe he already has? Hmmm. I wonder how he will react this time… Will he charge straight into the wolf's mouth? Or will he be a little more thoughtful? ... »
He stopped. Seemed to really think about it for a second.
Kurisu : « …Honestly? I have no idea. But one thing is certain… »
The smile returned. Familiar. Calculated.
Kurisu : « …I'm going to have fun. Kekekeke! »
His laugh echoed in the fresh morning air, while the scene then shifted to a room in the Karsten domain.
Yes — Natsuki Subaru's room.
He had woken up with a start, screaming at the top of his lungs… After all, he had just died in atrocious suffering — bones twisted, his body breaking joint by joint while Petelgeuse watched him with the curiosity of a researcher — and before that, he had seen Rem collapse with a hole in her chest without understanding where it came from or how to stop it.
That kind of thing does not simply vanish just because one opens their eyes in a clean bed…
Speaking of Rem — she was standing near him when he woke up. He lunged at her immediately, arms around her shoulders, holding her as if his own hands could decide that she would not leave.
Rem let him do it…
She said nothing, asked nothing — she placed a hand in his hair and waited, with that silent patience that was so natural to her, for his breathing to steady.
A few minutes passed. Subaru calmed down. Regained his senses.
« The cult… an Archbishop… They were in the forest… did they attack the village? The manor? »
He did not know exactly… But he at least knew now when the attack would take place. But the daylight filtering through the window struck him with dread: he had slept too long. Time was pressing.
It was today, a day after the races that morning, that Rem was supposed to tell him about her bad premonition. They had to leave immediately to evacuate everyone.
It was then that Crusch stood before him — the same speech as the last loop, the same calm explanation, the same implacable logic…
But this time, Subaru had no time.
He said that something serious was going to happen, that they had to go to the manor as quickly as possible — the panic was too strong, too urgent for him to even think of asking for help or troops. He just wanted to leave.
It was then that Felix intervened — not to block him, but because he had something to say. He had examined Subaru in his sleep, as Crusch had asked him when he had fainted…
And what he had found had left him in a state that he, Felix Argyle, the most competent healer in the kingdom, did not even know how to describe.
Felix : « Subaru-kyun… Your Gate… it is repaired. Not only repaired — it is larger and more powerful than before! This is… medically and magically impossible! Yesterday it was still broken, how is thi— »
He did not finish. His gaze searched Subaru's with an expression somewhere between stupefaction and something that resembled fear.
Subaru, for his part… understood instantly.
« So… it follows me even in my loops? »
The thought was simple. Its implications, much less so. Just how powerful was this man — for his help to survive Return by Death itself? To bend the laws of space-time to his will as if they were mere suggestions?
Subaru shivered, but brushed the thought aside. He did not know. And he did not need to know — what he knew was that he was in perfect shape, that his Gate was intact, and that he had to leave.
Faced with his feverish and determined look, Crusch had no choice but to agree — hesitant, wary, the look of a commander filing away an incomprehensible piece of data somewhere in her calculations to return to it later. But she agreed.
The duo took a carriage and rushed off.
...
The road was long. Night gradually fell over the plains, swallowing the outlines of the landscape shade by shade… They eventually passed the same inn they had seen the previous time — and this time, they had not planned to stop. No time. No question.
Until Rem asked a simple question that forced them to slow down.
How to evacuate the villagers of Arlam if the Cult attacked? Two people and one carriage. The calculations did not add up.
They needed merchants and manpower.
Fortunately — or unfortunately depending on the point of view — they encountered in this inn a man at the end of his life, covered in debts, drowning his sorrow in alcohol with the methodical regularity of someone who had long since stopped looking for another solution…
Otto.
A merchant whose excess stock weighed as heavily as his creditors, and who would have accepted any job to avoid ending up a slave.
The other merchants present first refused — crossing the plains at night, with the rumors circulating about this road? Out of the question.
But they changed their minds with remarkable speed when Rem placed the bag of coins on the table in front of them, announcing that they would be generously paid. Even Otto, who had been categorical… eventually agreed. After all — a dangerous job was better than becoming a slave, wasn't it…?
Thus, less than an hour later, the small convoy of earth dragons plunged into the dark plains, under a starless sky, heading toward the Flügel tree…
…And precisely — as if to create a running gag that any attentive reader had learned to recognize — at the top of that same colossal tree whose branches pierced the low night clouds, a white silhouette was settled in the void with the nonchalance of a man who had no reason to be there and yet was.
Kurisu observed the group in the distance, still at a good distance from the tree, their torches forming small luminous points on the dark road.
Kurisu : « Hmmm… So this time, he decided to rush as fast as possible without even asking for help? ... »
He tilted his head slightly, looking genuinely curious.
Kurisu : « Has he become so arrogant thanks to my little improvement? Or… »
He tilted his head, an amused smile splitting his face.
Kurisu : « …Was he in such a panic, in such a hurry, that he didn't even have the presence of mind to think about what awaited him? ... »
He did not know. And strangely, this uncertainty interested him more than the answer itself. Kurisu tapped the air beside him with a thoughtful gesture…
Kurisu : « Anyway… Anyone with a bit of deductive reasoning knows exactly what it means for a Subaru to be wandering near the Flügel tree at night with a convoy of nervous merchants… The scene is far too well-known to surprise anyone — at least, those I'm talking to right now… »
He stood up from his branch with a fluidity that ignored gravity, and cast one last glance toward the convoy.
Kurisu : « What interests me… is seeing how "it" will react to my presence nearby… Kekeke… I can't wait! »
And with one last laugh, he disappeared into the blowing wind, leaving the branch swaying gently behind him as the only trace of his passage.
...
The scene returned to the group.
The carriages advanced in single file on the dark road, the regular sound of wheels on the beaten earth rhythmically punctuating a silence that was not entirely comfortable. The earth dragons snorted through their nostrils, their ears turned toward sounds their masters could not yet hear.
Otto : « If we keep this pace all night, we should enter the Mathers domain by early morning! »
He said this with a smile a little too cheerful to be completely sincere — the smile of someone trying to convince himself that everything would be fine.
Subaru : « Sorry for rushing you, Otto. We really can't afford any stops. »
Otto : « No problem, Natsuki-san! If I can get rid of my excess stock and earn transportation fees on top of that… I feel invincible! »
He said this while clenching his fist, the excitement slightly forced but real nonetheless.
Rem, for her part, looked at the road ahead with that calm and attentive smile she wore when she had something useful to say.
Rem : « Just a little further, and we should see the Flügel tree. From there, northeast, and the Mathers domain is not far. »
Subaru : « The Flügel tree? ... »
One of the merchants in the convoy answered from his neighboring carriage — his voice carrying through the sound of the wheels.
Merchant : « It's an immense tree on the Lifaus highway… so large it seems to pierce the clouds. Legend says a sage named Flügel planted it centuries ago… »
Subaru raised his eyes toward the horizon. And there — he finally saw it. That dark and disproportionate mass standing out against the night sky, branches extended like arms capable of sheltering several houses, the trunk lost in the darkness below…
Subaru : « Wow… I can't call it anything but breathtaking… » he murmured, impressed.
He turned around to say something to the merchant who had just spoken to him.
Subaru : « You were saying it was a sage who had— »
The words died in his throat. There was no one there anymore.
The left side of the carriage was empty. Not as if the man had fallen, not as if he had jumped — empty with the total banality of a space that had never contained anything other than air.
Not a sound of wheels, not a snort of a dragon. Just emptiness and the night.
Subaru : « Uh… Otto… » he began, a cold sweat pearling on his neck.
Otto : « Yes, Natsuki-san? » replied the merchant, eyes still fixed on the road.
Subaru : « Where did your friend go? The merchant who was on our left and who just spoke to me… Did he drift to the roadside or what?! »
Otto turned toward him, looking genuinely perplexed.
Otto : « What are you talking about, Natsuki-san? There was never anyone on our left. From the beginning. Are you sure you're not hallucinating from fatigue?... »
Subaru's heart skipped a beat.
Subaru : « What?! »
He looked at the empty space. Then the road. Then the air around them.
And he saw it.
The fog.
Not the usual nocturnal mist — something else. Something too white, too dense, that unfolded from an invisible point in the darkness and spread in all directions with the deliberate slowness of a thing that was not in a hurry because it had no reason to be.
Trembling, Subaru took his phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight. The trembling beam pierced the mist… only to strike a rough, scaly surface.
Just a few centimeters from the carriage, a gigantic, yellow and slimy eyeball opened with a wet flesh sound.
Larger than an adult man — the vertical pupil contracted in the light, then stabilized, and settled on Subaru with that absolute precision of a thing that had found exactly what it was looking for. That gaze did not look. That gaze "chose".
Subaru's face twisted into a mask of pure horror.
Then the creature roared.
It was not a sound that came from a throat. It was a vibration that came from everywhere simultaneously — from the air, from the earth under the wheels, from the mist itself — powerful enough to make the torches flicker, to make the earth dragons stumble, to compress everyone's lungs in the convoy as if the atmospheric pressure had suddenly changed its mind.
Subaru : « WAAH — ! »
He was violently thrown backward by the beast's breath, while the mist finished drowning the road.
Rem : « Subaru-kun! »
She grabbed him and pulled him from the edge of the carriage a fraction of a second before a concentrated mist breath passed where he had been standing — the displaced air hitting them head-on, a cold, humid, and organic chill that seeped into their clothes, their skin, their lungs with every breath.
They crashed onto the floor of the carriage in a heavy crash, the wood still vibrating from the proximity of the passage.
Subaru : « Ouch… thank you Rem… » he grimaced as he got up with difficulty.
Subaru raised his head, breathing hard. Panic overwhelmed him. Visibility was zero.
The mist had closed around them. The other carriages had disappeared into the white — scattered, lost, perhaps swallowed.
Subaru : « Shit — where are the others?! »
Otto : « They must have scattered… stay calm, Na— Natsuki-san! Stay CALM! » shouted the merchant, his voice broken by terror as he whipped his blood dragon.
Otto was trembling. His hands on the reins were clenched to the point that his knuckles had lost their color, and in his eyes one could read the panic of a man whose evening plans had absolutely not included this.
« Shit… after all that… all that effort… » thought Subaru with a taste of ash in his mouth.
In the mist, something moved.
A mass — not human, not animal in the normal sense — that moved inside the white as if the mist belonged to it, as if it had been moving in it long enough to have tamed it.
Subaru took an involuntary step back, eyes fixed on it.
Subaru : « What the… what the hell is that?! »
Otto : « There is only one beast that can create such mist and move within it… »
Rem : « …The White Whale. »
The silence that fell lasted exactly the time it took Subaru to understand what he had just heard.
Subaru : « Wait… you mean THE White Whale?! That same whale… that killed a Sword Saint?!... »
Rem and Otto nodded. Almost simultaneously. Without another word necessary.
Yes. It was that beast. That four-hundred-year-old calamity that terrified the entire world — which was there, a few meters away, in the mist, and which was chasing them.
The Whale emerged.
From the side — a white mass of incomprehensible width that swooped down on the carriage with the momentum of a thing accustomed to its prey not having time to understand.
The maw opened, gaping, wide enough to swallow the entire carriage with everything it contained.
Rem : « Watch out! Left — LEFT! »
Otto : « LEFT! »
He pulled on the reins with all his strength. The terrified dragon neighed and pivoted — the maw passed two meters away, the displaced air blowing into Subaru's clothes with a smell of cold mist and something organic and ancient, something that had no precise name but that instincts immediately recognized as the smell of very, very old death.
Subaru's clothes tore on the side — he was thrown toward the edge — Rem's flail chain wrapped around his torso and pulled him back against the wood of the carriage in a painful shock.
Rem : « Take this — ! »
She tore off a panel from the rear of the carriage and hurled it straight into the Whale's eye with all the strength she had.
ROOAAAAARRR—
The Whale screamed, but not in pain. Pure irritation. It pushed back the impact with the casualness of a gust of wind sweeping away a dead leaf. The roar made the planks vibrate under their feet.
Subaru : « It didn't work!!! » he cried, despair creeping into his voice as the creature's gaping jaw approached inexorably.
Otto : « WHY IS IT OBSESSED WITH US?! There are other carriages out there, why is it us that it— » whined the merchant, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Subaru : « Complaining won't save us! Focus on the road! » he shouted back.
He looked behind, eyes searching for something in the mist, anything usable. His fists clenched against his temples.
« Stay calm. Think. How do we get out of this shit… There must be something, an exit, an angle— »
Nothing came.
His mind was spinning empty. His martial arts training, the repair of his Gate, his new courage… against a natural calamity, all of that was just dust.
« …Shit. We have no way out. »
It was at that moment that Rem stepped forward.
She had that face — not the face of panic, not the face of despair. The face of someone who had calculated and accepted the result of her calculation even before announcing it.
Rem : « Subaru-kun. »
He looked up and saw her handing him the heavy bag of gold coins.
Subaru looked at her. Looked at the bag. Understood.
Subaru : « …No. »
Rem : « It's the only plan I can think of. I'll get down and intercept it. You flee in the meantime. »
Subaru : « I said no — ! »
Subaru's blood ran cold.
Rem : « Otto-sama, please take care of Subaru-kun. He has the payment we promised you. »
Otto : « The pa-payment?! That's the least of our problems right now, we have to stay alive first! »
The maid sketched a smile of infinite tenderness toward the petrified boy.
Rem : « Subaru-kun… I'm not very smart. »
She said it simply. Not as an excuse — as a factual observation she had long since stopped finding painful.
Rem : « So this is the only plan I can come up with. Please… »
Subaru : « Rem — ! »
He grabbed her. With both arms, with all his strength, holding her against him as if his hands could decide that the separation would not happen. He was stronger than before, he knew it — the training with Wilhelm and Kurisu had changed something in the way his muscles responded.
He wanted to prove he was no longer weak, that he could protect her by force if necessary. He would not let her go. Not yet. Not one more time.
Not one more time.
That word had escaped him — just in the trembling of his voice, in the way his arms refused to let go.
…Again.
Rem's eyes widened slightly. She heard that word. She did not ask for an explanation — she did not need one to understand that it carried something only he could see.
And gently… very gently… she placed a hand against his chest.
The pressure that followed was not violence. It was strength — restrained, measured, the strength of an Oni who used only what was necessary. But it was still a force against which Subaru could do nothing, and his arms loosened despite himself, and his knees buckled slightly, and he could not hold her.
He had tried. He had really tried.
It still wasn't enough.
Rem stepped back. She was no longer really looking at him — her eyes were already elsewhere, ahead, toward what she had decided to do.
She smiled one last time.
Rem : « I will always watch over you from behind. »
And she jumped.
Subaru : « REM — !! »
In a cry that tore his throat, Subaru saw the girl he loved smile at him one last time.
The mist swallowed her. The flail described a visible arc for a fraction of a second — then the white closed over it, completely, without trace or sound or indication that anyone had entered.
Subaru remained there.
Hands still in front of him in the position where they had held someone who was no longer there. The carriage continued to roll. Otto said nothing — he drove, jaws clenched, eyes fixed on what he could still see of the road.
Everything that had been Subaru since that morning — determination, the conviction that he was stronger than before, the stubborn desire to prove he had changed — had been erased in one stroke.
Replaced by that silence. That particular silence that things make when they fall from very high and have not yet finished falling.
« Once again… I let her go. Once again I couldn't save her. Once again… I thought I had become stronger… All that training… It was useless. I'm still just as weak and useless. »
Otto : « Natsuki-san… pull yourself together! We must not waste the opportunity she gave us — we have to flee, now! » shouted Otto, pulling on the reins until he skinned his hands.
Subaru was still there, on the wood, eyes in the void.
Then the Whale reappeared.
A breath of mist that surged straight toward them —
Otto : « WAAAAH! »
Otto screamed, swerved the carriage at the last moment, and the white mass passed by again with that absolute indifference of a thing that was not in a hurry.
Subaru looked at it.
Subaru : « …Rem. »
A barely audible murmur.
If the Whale was there — if it continued to pursue them — if nothing had changed despite what Rem had done…
Then Rem was no longer there.
She was gone. Again. She had died for nothing. Dead and erased.
The tears came without him calling them. He did not try to stop them.
The Whale attacked again. And again. Never stopping, never tiring, as if time did not exist for a thing like it and their exhaustion was simply a variable it was waiting to see resolved.
Otto held the pace — badly, painfully, the dragon at the edge of its limits — but he held.
Otto : « Damn it! — why does it keep chasing us?! And the other carriages, it doesn't care?! What do we have that attracts it so much?! »
Otto's words struck Subaru's shattered brain like a lightning bolt. A glacial click operated within him.
« This monster… It is a Witch Beast. »
He did not want to finish. But his brain finished anyway.
« Witch Beasts react to the miasma. The one that clings to me. »
The thought came. Slow. Inevitable.
« …It's me. It's me it's following. »
Nausea arrived at the same time as understanding. Not metaphorically — physically, a contraction in the stomach, the throat closing on something he could not say.
« Rem died because of me. Again. Every time — it's always my fault. »
It was him guiding the Whale in the darkness. He was not the victim of this catastrophe. He was its cause. It was his fault the merchants were dead. It was his fault Rem had just been crushed.
« Shit… shit, shit, shit… »
He could not speak. The words no longer really existed. Just those few syllables that barely came out, for himself alone.
Subaru : « …Shit. »
The Whale repositioned itself. Its red pupil burned in the mist — and this time it charged differently, more directly, its maw open sucking the wind around it into a geyser of concentrated mist that rushed straight toward the carriage.
Otto : « NATSUKI-SAN — ! »
Subaru did not have time to understand what was happening.
Two hands fell on his shoulders and threw him out of the carriage.
He left the wood. The air. And just before the ground arrived — he had time to see Otto's gaze.
Otto was smiling.
Not a big smile. Not heroic. Just… resigned. Calm. The smile of someone who had made a decision in a fraction of a second and was not particularly surprised by it himself.
Otto : « …Run. »
The next instant, the elimination mist struck. The carriage, the earth dragon and Otto Suwen were instantly pulverized, erased from existence in a breath of absolute nothingness.
Subaru rolled. Again and again — his bones seeking the ground and finding it repeatedly and painfully, the joints absorbing what they could and then the rest, the pain rising from everywhere simultaneously until his body decided that it was enough and finally stopped.
He lay still face down in the cold grass.
For a few seconds, nothing happened. Just short breaths, the taste of earth and blood in his mouth, and the relative silence of the plains that had replaced the clamor of the wheels.
Then he tried to get up.
Subaru : « H… hgk— AHHH— ! »
His arms refused. His left knee refused. Something in his shoulder had decided not to function according to normal rules anymore. He collapsed again on his palms, teeth clenched on what wanted to come out like a scream and which he managed to turn into a forced breath.
He raised his head.
The Whale was there. Above him — massive, white, its yellow eye resting on him with the patience of a thing that had all the time in the world. Its maw slowly opened, the wind beginning to swirl toward the inside.
Subaru : « AHHHHH! AAAAAAA! AHHHHH! »
Subaru tried to move. Crawled. His elbows on the grass, his knees pushing what they could, his ridiculous and painful progression across the dark plains while something incomprehensible prepared itself above him.
Subaru : « I… I don't want to die… » he sobbed, breathing wheezing, spitting blood with every word.
A murmur. For no one. For himself perhaps — a confirmation that his brain was still trying to formulate something.
He crawled some more.
Subaru : « No… I don't want to die… Help… Please… Help! I don't want to die! »
Louder this time. His arms trembling under the effort, his tears falling without him being able to do anything about it, the pain in his limbs so global that it had ceased to be precise and had simply become the permanent background noise of this moment.
Behind him, the Whale opened its maw wide to swallow him once and for all. It swooped down on him with all its colossal weight.
But suddenly, the impact did not occur.
BOOOM!
It crashed against a wall.
Invisible. Absolute. The four-hundred-year-old creature of several dozen tons hit something that had no reason to be there and bounced back two meters with a roar between pain and — something rare for a Calamity — confusion.
Subaru continued to crawl, without turning around, without yet understanding what had just happened.
...
Kurisu watched.
He was in the air, a few meters above the ground, arms crossed, the wall he had placed there holding without apparent effort.
Kurisu : « Oh, well… This is pathetically dismal, isn't it? » he said, his voice floating in the cold night air.
Kurisu : « I wouldn't have imagined he could die at the hands of this big flying fish. Good thing I was around, right? »
The Whale growled against this invisible barrier while searching for a logic that did not exist — because what was blocking it did not belong to the categories in which it had classified things for four centuries.
And below, Natsuki Subaru crawled in the cold grass crying.
Kurisu opened his mouth. He tried to force his usual arrogant laugh. The natural reflex was there, all ready — the condescending comment, the low laugh, the little amused speech about his apprentice's pathetic condition.
Nothing came out.
He looked at him one more second. This boy covered in mud and tears who murmured that he did not want to die and who continued to advance anyway because his body refused to stop even when his soul had already thrown in the towel.
Kurisu : « …Hm. »
Just that. One syllable. Said into the void, for no one.
Something had contracted somewhere in the way he looked at the scene — not sadness, not compassion, nothing so identifiable. Something more diffuse, more irritating, like an internal rule that had just failed to respect itself.
Kurisu : « …Have I really become this attached to this kid? Or… »
He did not finish the sentence. Left it open, floating in the cold air, and did nothing to resolve it. That kind of introspection was not his style.
Then his gaze turned to the Whale.
Kurisu : « Anyway, » he sighed while cracking his neck.
Kurisu : « I suddenly need to vent on something. And you'll do perfectly. »
The smile returned — different from the usual in that it was not performative. Something more immediate, more direct, like someone who had identified a problem and decided to solve the problem.
The carnivorous and indecipherable smile of Kozuwa Kurisu resurfaced.
He snapped his fingers.
The White Whale materialized before him in all its excess — white, massive, ancient, a thing that had never had reason to doubt itself for four centuries.
It fixed this tiny white point floating in front of it. Its eye settled on Kurisu. And in that eye, for the first time in a long time perhaps — something hesitated.
The eye dilated. Was it confusion? Annoyance? Or… primal fear in the face of an anomaly it did not understand?
Kurisu looked it straight in the face and raised a hand in its direction, with a sovereign air.
Kurisu : « Come on, come here, you pile of fat. I'm going to have some fun with you. Kekeke. »
The monster roared and charged with all its power, unaware that the true nightmare of this world stood before it.
And the battle began.