On the Planet of Stillness,
the sky was red.
Not from a sunset,
but because the air itself was burning.
Biath was the first to feel it.
He said tensely, "This… isn't like before."
Kim didn't move.
"I know."
The rupture appeared.
But this time—
it wasn't silent.
It was as if reality were being torn apart by bare hands.
A massive entity emerged,
clad in black armor,
its eyes ablaze,
and behind it, the shadows of soldiers…
but they did not cross through.
A voice that shook the ground spoke:
"I am Fagnar."
"Ruler of the World of War."
He took a single step.
Distant mountains collapsed.
He said,
"I did not come with an offer."
"And I did not come with a threat."
He raised his sword—
a blade that did not resemble a weapon,
but a decision of annihilation.
"I came because your existence… is a declaration of war."
Nir trembled.
Biath gripped his weapon.
Kim, at last…
smiled.
A small smile.
And said,
"At last…
one who is honest."
Fagnar drove his sword into the ground.
"I will not attack those you love."
"I will not bargain with them."
Then he said brutally,
"I will break you in front of them."
A heavy silence fell.
Then Kim replied,
"And I…
will show you why
war is not won by strength."
He raised his hand.
The black veins did not move.
Chaos…
was sealed.
Kim said, with terrifying calm,
"Not today."
Fagnar halted.
"What?"
Kim said as he stepped forward,
"War is not the first strike."
"It is waiting for the moment that hurts the most."
Then he whispered,
"And your presence here…
was your first mistake."
Fagnar withdrew slowly.
Not in fear—
but in promise.