A month passed.
A month of blood, sweat, and sleepless nights.
Under Ryuki's watchful eyes, Orimo's body hardened, his aura sharpened — his Mantra began to hum faintly beneath his skin.
Ryuki: "You're ready."
The words barely left her lips when the sound of chaos tore through the air — gunfire, screams, and the wail of dying souls.
Outside, the streets were red again.
The massacre of the black families had returned.
Bullets sang, flesh tore, and the rain couldn't wash the blood away fast enough.
Orimo stood at the window, fists trembling. His reflection flickered in the glass — half shadow, half fury.
Orimo (quietly): "Let's go… I can't bear the noise anymore."
Ryuki: "Alright."
She reached for her sword — the same blade that once served under the Devil King himself. The air around her seemed to tense, as if recognizing an old legend awakening.
As they reached the lobby, a trembling hotel guard stepped in front of them.
???: "Don't— please, you'll be killed!"
Orimo's eyes burned.
Orimo: "Do I look like I care?"
The man stepped aside.
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The hotel doors burst open.
Rain lashed their faces. The stench of gunpowder and blood mixed in the air.
Soldiers spotted them instantly — rifles raised, metal clicking.
RATATATATAT!
Bullets screamed through the rain.
Orimo dove for cover, but before he could breathe—
A blur of silver and red.
Ryuki vanished from his side.
The gunfire stopped.
Bodies fell.
When the rainlight caught her figure again, she stood in the middle of the street — sword drawn, crimson dripping down the blade like a silent river.
Ryuki (low voice): "I was once the swordswoman of the Devil King… after all."
The rain poured harder.
Lightning cracked.
Orimo stepped forward, soaked and awestruck — a faint smile breaking through his fury.
Orimo: "That's impressive."
Ryuki (nodding): "We're not done yet. We have to head to the high-security palace of Daegmon Kira."
Orimo: "Alright."
Without another word, the two of them marched forward — drenched, defiant, leaving behind the echo of war cries.
The path ahead led to Daegmon Kira — the tyrant who ruled through blood.
And for the first time since the Devil King's death, the world felt like it was about to change again.