As their blades and claws met, a third presence loomed—the encroaching . The game had changed. This wasn't just a duel for survival anymore; it was a race to see who would control the truth of the Lumina incident before the sun rose to reset the stage.
Suddenly, the static intensified. From the shadows stepped a figure draped in white and gold—. She didn't offer a greeting, only a predatory grin that promised a clash of titans.
The rain in Souya never truly felt cold to Shiki Tohno; it felt like static. Ever since those jagged lines began marring his vision, the world felt less like a reality and more like a fragile construction waiting to be unmade.
"The night is short, Shiki," she whispered, her eyes glowing crimson. "Let’s see if your blade can keep up with the moon."
