The wind stilled. The battlefield fell silent.
K's shadow towered over the cracked stone, his presence devouring the light itself. His laughter echoed low, cruel, resonant.
"Vince the Wandering Fist... look at your state."
The man before him smiled. His body bore scars of ages an arm lost, countless battles survived but his eyes still gleamed with the same indomitable light.
Vince rolled his shoulder, raised his remaining arm, and smirked.
"I still have this arm, don't I?"
A pause a grin.
"And this arm is enough to defeat the likes of you."
K's grin widened, voice dripping with mockery.
"Is that so… the Taishin Master, the Affinityless, still clinging to delusion."
But the air shifted.
A faint ripple ran through the ground like a heartbeat.
