80% of the monsters lay slain—crushed, burned, and torn apart by Rex alone.
Only a handful of lesser beasts remained, and the towering boss monster still loomed in the distance.
The people watched from behind the barriers—eyes wide, mouths open, hearts pounding.
And then… they began to believe.
Hope lit their faces like dawn after a long, endless night.
They whispered through tears:
"You can do it…"
"Show those monsters who the real boss is…"
"You're our savior."
"You're our last hope ."
"This is your responsibility—you have to win."
Rex stood still.
His blade lowered. His eyes locked on the monstrous figure ahead.
But his thoughts… were elsewhere—buried deep in the cracks of a shattered past.
"Savior… my ass."
"People are selfish. All of them."
"When I tried to prove my innocence—when I showed them the truth—they turned away."
"I was punished for crimes I never committed. Smeared. Humiliated. Labeled a traitor. A liar. A monster sympathizer."
"They made me the villain. Fed me to the media. Burned my name into ash."
His fists clenched at his sides.
"And now? Now that they're desperate—now that death's knocking—they call me their messiah?"
He scoffed. Low. Bitter. Broken.
"They never wanted truth. They just wanted someone to save them."
"And now… the man they crucified is the only one left standing."
He raised his sword slowly—light catching the blood-streaked steel.
"Now… watch what your villain can do."