Just when it seemed this nightmare would never end—
When the people of Emka had forgotten what hope even felt like…
A figure appeared.
A presence so overwhelming that even the raging storm seemed to hesitate, as if the very sky knew who had arrived.
It was Yami Hibuko — Leader of the Hibuko Clan, the unrivaled master of the sword whose skill surpassed every living warrior.
Yami stepped onto the shattered land of Emka, the wind bending around him, the earth itself quieting under his feet.
He raised his voice, calm yet absolute:
"Peace shall return."
Jozu, Uzoj, and every tyrant hungry for Emka's throne charged at him without hesitation — but they all met the same fate.
Under the blade Yami Hibuko wielded… they were humbled, dismantled, and utterly destroyed.
Before the battle, when Jozu and Uzoj laughed as bodies fell and chaos spread, Yami emerged from the darkness — his sword still sheathed.
He stepped forward, gaze sharp enough to cut the air, aura crushing the battlefield like invisible weight.
"What do you find so entertaining?"
His voice echoed through the ruins.
Another step. The ground trembled.
"What's so amusing about this?"
He stood tall, his shadow swallowing theirs, his presence suffocating enough to freeze even the bravest.
"What do you take life for… exactly?"
His final step felt like thunder.
"How can you forget?"
These were the same words he once spoke when he struck down two warriors from the Void Century, in a war that cost countless lives — yet ended in absolute victory for the Hibuko Clan.