There was a fight at the end of the rescue operation involving some girls; they were angry and started fighting.
For hours, they didn't even speak to each other.
Tsuki Miki began making enough excuses to avoid even her children, some reporters, even avoiding contact with Clark, former colleagues from the Warriors Society of Heroes.
According to his plans, this included spending some time in seclusion so that he could investigate.
He had deep dark circles under his eyes and didn't look well; he was thin, couldn't hide it even with makeup, was pale and hunched over, and had white streaks in his hair.
That was strange even for him; he looked at him with a constant expression of pain on his face. At that moment, Tsuki Miki was trembling.
Well, he went to Luther's tower, panting, wearing a dark suit.
"What do you want, Luther?" he said.
- It seems I scare him. – Entering his office.
- The situation of the finite. – Said Tsuki Miki .
His vision left Lex speechless; he looked even worse from the outside, deciding that there was no point in using his makeup or anything else.
"You're faking being sick," Luther said, looking at her.
"It doesn't look all that they imagined," Luther said.
"Yes, this is to maintain appearances," Tsuki said, taking a glass of wine that had been offered to him. His lips were dry and bluish; looking at himself in the mirror after what he had felt, it wasn't frightening.
"I want to try to hide from the demons and their attempts to unite with a dark god through a relationship," Tsuki said.
"Then that's what your trip is for," Luther said.
"Yes, I have a trip planned to sort this out at the end of the month," said Tsuki Miki .
"Do you intend to return?" Luther asked.
"I intend to come back better," Tsuki Miki said . "These are just bad days," he said.
- I understands. – They were heading towards Luther's dinosaur museum, going down the elevator with him.
"You had something to share with me before you saw me," Tsuki Miki said .
"Do you know that Helionian and the Warriors?" Luther asked.
"They only know that I'm taking a sabbatical year," said Tsuki Miki .
If I didn't say why, and they didn't understand.
"They're coming here," Luther said. "I have something to share with you," Luther said.
About that.
Tsuki went to meet each of them; the demons gave her a clue.
4 weeks before the current events.
He got involved in a plan; there was a project he was involved in that involved betting.
Circe was involved in the gambling schemes; she cornered him, grabbed him, pinned him against the wall, and kissed him.
"Just because you're promised to Darkness doesn't mean I can't have a little fun," the goddess said.
That was a mystical building; Circe had shown it to him as a favor in exchange for his help in freeing her from a plan that would allow her to escape. At that moment, he managed to see her elsewhere; he had to find her to propose a deal.
"Would you like to pretend to be dating me in your spare time?" he asked her, as she helped him escape during his getaway when she raided the island of the Amazons.
"I'll do my part, I've given my word, and you keep yours," he said.
"What would you like first?" she asked him.
"The underworld has a gambling house; I want you to show it to me and let me participate," he requested.
The gambling houses in the city of Tamatori were notorious among mystical villains and the underworld of magic.
Hikaru got involved with gambling, and it was a gambling house that no heroes entered, but demons did. It was just an invitation, which he accepted, interestingly enough, because he was inspired.
He had been summoned more than enough; according to the gods and demons, if it wasn't him, it would be someone else, so there was no real choice.
The negotiations were the best; he never thought he could describe what it was like to negotiate with multiple demons. He was human, even though some time ago he simply thought that with their influence, it wouldn't last much longer.
Initially, he shouldn't have done it, but he did it anyway; it wasn't against the rules, but nobody stopped him from doing it.
THE LORD BLACK DRAGON
When did the Four Voyages of the Immortal come?
Time has lost its direction.
There was only one pulse there — that of the Dragon, now inside Tsuki.
He woke up in a desert of stars.
No sky. No ground. Only the memory of existing.
"Eternity is a mirror that does not reflect the face."
whispered the voice of the Dragon.
"Accept it, or lose yourself in it."
Tsuki did not answer.
He knew that by accepting immortality, he would also lose the right to die.
Well, the fact that he was going back in time, once again, left him completely lost.
The Priestess of the White Veil
In the center of this non-place, he saw a temple suspended above nothing.
There, he awaited a woman in translucent garments, her face covered by a veil of light.
— You arrived late, Immortal.
Time no longer belongs to me.
Neither the body. Nor the name.
She called him Kha'Ruun , the name of the Dragon before time.
He said that his body was now the new altar —
Next came the discovery of a galactic sect, scattered across a thousand worlds, that already worshipped him without knowing it.
Tsuki asked for secrecy.
Worship is a trap.
"Then learn to be the god who hides," she replied.
Before disappearing, the priestess sent him on his first journey.
Vahl 's World Tareth
A planet of vertical forests and singing rivers.
There, the artifact was a Tear of Sound, a living crystal containing memories of extinct universes.
The inhabitants — beings made of mist and light — called him The Lamenter.
To obtain it, Tsuki had to confront the reflection of her own fear:
He who was an army of his flaws, each one clothed in his own face.
When he won, not with force, but with silence, the crystal dissolved in his hand, etching onto his skin the sound of all lost souls.
Second Dimension — The Kingdom of Nhava'Kel
An endless ocean where cities floated on bubbles of air.
The local magicians made a living trading memories.
There, the Dragon trained him to manipulate the energy currents that flowed between thought and matter.
He learned that every forgotten memory could be a weapon or a refuge.
He found the second artifact: the Heart of Mist, a fragment that could conceal entire worlds within a single breath.
He paid a high price for it — he gave up his last childhood memory.
Third Dimension — The Desert of Light
A planet of white sand, where the sun never sets.
Tsuki wandered through subjective centuries, accompanied only by the shadow of the Dragon.
On the horizon, a glass tower pulsed as if breathing.
Inside, they kept the Ring of Eclipse, capable of opening portals between realities.
But the guardian was an echo of himself — a version of Tsuki who had never accepted the pact.
They fought for days that seemed like millennia.
In the end, the Immortal won, but with each blow he felt less human.
The Dragon warned:
"With each artifact, a fragment of it dies. The price of wisdom is distance."
Fourth Dimension — The World of Dead Voices
It was a planet covered in floating ruins, like a graveyard of civilizations that never came to be.
The final artifact, the Eye of R'Lath , slept in the center of a city that dreamed of itself.
There, Tsuki understood what the Dragon wanted to show:
No life is lost; it merely changes form.
Upon touching the Eye, he saw all worlds—and all futures—collapsing and being reborn.
He didn't cry.
The gods would weep for him.
The Return to the City of Echoes
After the four journeys, Tsuki crossed the threshold of emptiness and found an ancient city where the sea touched the stars.
The streets resembled Arkham or Innsmouth — curved buildings, mist, and whispers.
There, he built headquarters and secret houses.
He negotiated with creatures that spoke through dreams.
He traded artifacts for secrets, favors for fragments of eternity.
The old men of the port called him "The Lord of Agreements".
The wizards, from "Guardian of the Four Relics".
But at night, when he lay down amidst shadows and echoes,
He heard the Dragon within him say:
"There is still one journey left — the one that leads back to humanity."
Epilogue to Chapter III
And so Tsuki, the Immortal, wandered between worlds and eras.
Neither here nor monster — merely the intermediary between the real and the imaginary.