The room felt colder.
He sat still.
Trapped — not by chains…
…but by fate.
Two years passed.
The world did not soften.
The World Ruling Dominion became a force feared by all. A superpower that ruled in silence and terror.
{Unknown Island}
A lone man stood under the night sky, staring at the ocean as moonlight shimmered across the waves.
He whispered, voice hollow:
"I'm tired of this life… When will I die? I bet it would be better."
His eyes drifted downward.
Something lay in the sand.
A black necklace — quiet… watching.
"What's that…?" he murmured.
He picked it up, fingers trembling.
"…I should wear it."
The moment it touched his skin—
THUD!
The necklace fused into his chest.
His heart convulsed violently.
"Ah—! My heart!" he screamed, collapsing forward.
His skin cracked.
Tore.
Split apart—
His body ruptured like a broken shell.
And from that torn flesh…
Orimo Kuzan stepped forward.
Alive.
Breathing.
Silent.
The man's empty skin lay on the sand, soaked in blood.
Orimo knelt slowly beside it.
"…Sorry," he whispered.
He lifted his gaze to the moonlit ocean, eyes burning softly.
"I'm back."
The wind howled.
The waves answered.
"Now it's time to let the world know."