Iron chains, lined with thorns, coil tightly around his wrist.He is ready—to sever his own hand.
He laughs—madly, within his own head—and decides:"Then let it be cut off."
Yes.He will tear his wrist apart.
He twists his arm.Bones snap.Tendons rip.Blood gushes like a crimson river.
But he does not stop.
He must survive.He must return to her.He must return to that family again.
Until at last—his wrist is gone.
A scream bursts out—not the cry of the defeated,but the howl of a beast fighting for its life.
Pain sears his arms and legs,his body trembles…But still he runs.
He runs like a wolf freed from its chains.Like a beast escaped from its cage.Like hatred given flesh.
He runs toward the battlefield.He runs toward the clash that will decide it all.
He will not stop.He will drag his enemies into hell with him.
And finally—he arrives.
Where fate demands their confrontation.
"Tell me… your true name."
All For One hears it.He removes his helm—and smiles wide.
"My true name… is Velkrath, the Devoured King."
Then AFO turns back, eyes locked, and asks:
"And what is your name, Player?"
Ryojin grins—a wicked, gleeful grin—and raises his middle finger.
"I'm the bastard son of this goddamn fate."
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