Nyra cried out his name, her voice breaking, but the sound was swallowed by the chaos around them.
Kaito stood there—his sword slipping from his grasp, his body battered yet unbroken. His eyes burned with a stubborn strength, the kind that refused to bend even when the world demanded it. For one fleeting moment he was just there, standing before her, solid and real. And in the very next, he was consumed by light.
But it was not the gentle glow of life fading away. This was harsher, blinding, a radiance that pressed in from every side. It wasn't the light of release—it was the kind of brilliance that wanted to tear everything apart, then rebuild it in its own image.
"KAITO!"
