The impact drowned the world.
Light.
Wind.
Silence.
The battlefield stood in ruin trees uprooted, soil carved into deep spirals of shattered energy. The sky itself flickered with afterimages of the clash: gold streaks cutting through violet flame, the taste of ozone and ash burning in every breath.
Kenji's body was trembling, the Eclipse Form fading slightly — his wings of compressed wind pulsing with unstable rhythm. Rael stood beside him, blade still raised, golden Shinrei leaking like sunlight through a cracked mirror.
Their Echo FusionJudicator Tempest had finally landed.
The storm they created had hurled Bakuza into the crater's edge, smashing through layers of obsidian rock and melting half the slope. For the first time since the battle began… the mad Shade had bled.
From across the ruin, Kero stepped forward, pale skin stained with ash. His long black bangs fluttered, revealing one cold, half-lidded eye behind the cracks of his mask.
