— If you've managed to get this far, it most likely means I'm dead. The good news is you've probably gotten answers to most of your questions. This is a recorded message that will, along with it, trigger a countdown leading to the detonation of the facility. First of all, you've probably come for the key, which means the apocalypse is at the door. And given that you've made it here, there's no other option… If you want to reunite the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, then the key… is the tool that will allow you to do it. The room you're in now, a copy of my office from the manor, has a mechanism that will lift it several levels up to take you to an emergency exit from the facility. You triggered this mechanism when you incorrectly opened the safe. But don't worry — I wanted you to do that. Up top, you'll find a helicopter with some equipment I left in advance. One more thing: I'd like you to also take that metal case — what's inside might help you. From here on, you have fifteen minutes to evacuate the location. Over.
It was the first time I'd heard him sound serious, which meant things really were serious. I grabbed the case.
Then a sound came from the room, and the mechanism lifting it stopped. The door I'd entered through opened, but now there was a completely different view on the other side — a corridor leading only forward. At the end of the corridor was a huge chamber that seemed to be an intersection for several bridges leading to various parts of the facility.
I looked down from the scaffolding — nothing could be seen. Most likely, we were above the labyrinth. I continued forward; in the middle was an elevator, currently in lockdown.
The alarm started blaring, and all bridges except one began retracting. Then I heard the sound of metal tearing. I went to the railing and looked down — the beast leapt up, striking with its bone arm. I dodged — only a few centimeters separated me from the blade. It stood in front of me next to the elevator, roared at me, and its normal head emerged from its frog-like mouth.
Then a bullet flew straight into that weak spot — then another, and another. The beast reacted to the bullets, which meant they were mercury rounds. It climbed up onto the elevator, hiding on the opposite side from where the shots had come.
— Sorry, little one, but you've already served your purpose. Said a familiar voice from the bridge.
— Purpleguy!
The beast roared at him.
— Silence! He shouted, firing another round and hitting it.
The beast had lost its balance and fell into the darkness below. You could hear it roaring and hitting some metal structures while falling.
— Well, Andreas, now that we've gotten rid of your friend, give me the key.
— You know my answer.
— I figured you'd say that. I tried.
He fired two shots. I dodged one and deflected the other with the case while closing in on him. Then he struck with his sword. I blocked it with the case — the blade left a crack through which I could glimpse something inside… something the cane itself couldn't pierce.
— Bingo.
He leaned back for momentum, switching to his second attack style — the whip-like strike. I blocked them using the case. With each hit, the case broke more and more, and I was becoming convinced that inside was an obsaiadan blade. He delivered one final frontal strike; I stopped it, exposing a small portion of the blade from the scabbard.
All the accumulated blows shattered the case. Inside was an obsaiadan blade in the style of a katana. The scabbard was black with golden engravings, mostly crosses. The blade was black with a golden sheen — different from the classic purple sheen of obsaiadan blades. The handle was black and gold, and the guard was gold, formed of multiple crosses.
I pushed his sword back, then delivered two strikes in an X shape. These strikes were from a distance, yet somehow continued beyond the blade's range, cutting straight through Purpleguy and leaving a huge X on the wall behind him. These cuts weren't waves of energy — I would've felt that. The blade was so sharp it had sliced all the way through.
It felt as if the sword was guiding me. I raised my hand holding the katana vertically, blade horizontal, lifted my index and middle fingers while still gripping the sword with the rest, and a phrase escaped my mouth…
— Lock on.
In a fraction of a second, I could see all of Purpleguy's weak points (the hearts) — but the next thing I saw was his head in my hand, his body riddled with holes where the hearts had been. Also the sword in my hand was starting to feel slippery. I could feel the blade turning into a viscous sludge, oozing between my fingers. It left a black-golden puddle of the same material evaporating within seconds after touching the floor. It seemed that the sword had not chosen me as its wielder.
Than I saw it... there was also a hole in his head, right through the brain... which meant...[1]
— Y.K. is dead.
-Shinja Andreas
[1] If the brain wasn’t destroyed, Purpleguy could still regenerate his hearts and body.