He reappeared behind Diamante in a single breath.
So close the air trembled.
"He felt off from the start," Orimo said quietly.
The shadows around him stilled — no longer violent, no longer wild.
They obeyed.
His presence deepened, pressing down on the island itself, as if the land recognized him.
"I win," Orimo whispered.
King's Mantra — Activated.
SHHNGHH—!
Flame-orange waves erupted outward, rolling across the entire island like a divine tide.
The ground cracked.
The air screamed.
The crimson moon dimmed.
Diamante's body began to unravel — skin turning to ash, form dissolving into nothingness.
Yet he laughed.
"Didn't know an idiot like you could figure that out," Diamante said, his voice breaking apart.
"The undead will live on… and you—"
His red glasses shattered mid-sentence.
"You have earned the Witch's wrath."
And then—
Nothing.
Diamante Tempest vanished completely.
The island fell silent.
One by one, the bodies of the ancient legends crumbled into ash, scattering into the wind — finally released.
A soft blue light descended, wrapping the island in calm warmth.
Voices echoed gently from every direction.
"Thank you…"
"We will remember this…"
"Thank you so much, Orimo Kuzan…"
Orimo smiled, rubbing the back of his head.
"Don't mention ittt."
The wind carried the last of the spirits away.