A voice, one Kaelen knew well, then spoke "Nixbolt," he said, his tone laced with a detached analytical note, "I still underestimate how strong a Six-Tier figure is."
Kaelen's eyes widened in confusion. Before he could even form a question, a searing wave of energy shot through him. A sickening crack echoed, the sound of an eye, or perhaps a core, shattering. Kaelen looked down. A gaping hole now bore through his stomach and chest, his core within crumbling into irreparable fragments. His gaze, clouded by pain and imminent shutdown, lifted to the familiar yet utterly unfamiliar Ratman before him.
Kaelen, his vision dimming, managed a weak, rasping chuckle. "It seems you've been playing us this whole while." His eyes, once vibrant, flickered once more before the light within them finally extinguished.
