Scene shifts to Dravon Solmere, sitting on the deck of his ship. The sea breeze brushed past him, but his expression was carved from fury.
The man beside him spoke quietly, "They've taken him to the Abyssal Vault."
Dravon exhaled sharply, eyes narrowing. "Now's not the time… We have to wait."
His fingers tightened around the edge of the railing. "Hold on, Orimo."
Scene shifts — Navy Headquarters.
Uruma Nithel stood tall in the empty hall, hands clasped behind his back, a satisfied grin creeping across his face.
"I've sent the royal family the message. Orimo's execution will be announced tonight," he said to himself. "He'll rot in the Abyssal Vault until tomorrow."
He switched on the television.
Every news channel flickered onto the same feed:
King Varian De Rosavante, ruler of the World Dominion, stepping onto a grand stage. Golden banners rippled behind him. Thousands watched in silence.
With a calm voice, he announced:
"Today is a historic day. We have captured the greatest threat to world peace—
The Devil Reincarnate: Orimo Kuzan."
The crowd erupted in applause.
The king raised his hands.
"So tomorrow… his execution will be broadcast live. The world will see what happens when someone challenges Justice."
He turned and walked away as the crowd roared.
Uruma switched off the television, whispering with a wicked smile, "I can't wait to execute him."
Abyssal Vault — Level Three
Orimo Kuzan lay motionless on the cold stone floor. His breath was shallow. His eyes were empty — lifeless — drained of all energy.
Chains glowed faintly around his arms, the black-stone cuffs eating away every last trace of his power.
Then—
A figure appeared outside his cell.
A woman… her face hidden in darkness, only her glowing eyes visible.
"Don't worry," she whispered, voice echoing like distant wind.
"I will help you break out soon. Just hold on."
Orimo didn't respond.
He didn't even blink.
And the woman vanished without a trace — like a shadow swallowed by deeper darkness.
Inside that cell… all that awaited Orimo now was death.