In the kingdom of the Drakhaen, Villiam awoke.
Not suddenly… An eye opened. A trapped breath finally escaped.The ceiling felt distant… farther than it should. Fingertips moved. Then the arm. Then a hesitant half-sit.
A hall vast… symmetrical to the point of cruelty.
There was a presence: The Black Dragon. In human form, a man with black hair… Yet the sensation was not the same.
Their eyes met. And in that instant, the feeling returned.A voice slipped from Villiam, low, uncertain:
— "…Brother."
The dragon's expression did not change. He raised his gaze slowly.
— "Since you are well…"
A steady voice. It paused. Then continued:
— "Take that she-devil."
A brief sideways glance:
— "And leave."
A silence heavier than before settled.Then came the final words, slower, deeper, sharper:
— "The affairs of the Drakhaens…Are none of your concern."
Only then did Villiam move. His eyes carried a thousand questions, yet his lips remained silent…
"Brother… but…"
He looked at him one last time. Not the gaze of a king. Nor the gaze of an enemy. But the gaze of a brother… who chose to close the door.
— "Leave."
The Black Dragon turned. One step… then the shadow began to swallow him.No sound. No trace.
The walls breathed again. The pressure that had been crushing Villiam's chest… faded.
Villiam remained alone.He lowered his gaze slowly. To his hand. It trembled. Not from pain…
but from emptiness. He closed his fingers. Then opened them.
As if something that should have been there… was no longer.
A whisper escaped him, addressing neither the hall, nor the dragon, nor the kingdom—
"Atsuro…"
He stopped. Breathed with difficulty. Then said it. Just one word.
"Why?"
A faint echo bent along the walls, as if something were watching him. But no sound… no answer.
Yet the silence was heavier than any reply.
_
Meanwhile, in the human kingdom, in a place unmarked on the world's maps,
Taiga lounged on the stone throne, indifferent, one leg crossed over the other, a broad smile filled with mocking delight.
"Hah…"
He laughed shortly.
"Tsukishiro lost."
An eyebrow rose.
"And lost to a child."
A brief silence. Then he added, venomously:
"Weak… to the very end."
Kaguchi did not respond. He stood within the shadows, back straight, hands still, as if the words meant nothing at all.
Taiga tilted his head slightly.
"But…"
His voice lowered.
"The result cannot be denied."
He stopped laughing.
"The second layer of the Arkam Contract Seal…"
He inhaled deeply.
"Has broken."
A heavier silence descended. The shadows quivered, as though the place itself understood the meaning too late.
Taiga smiled. This time… wider.
"And that means the key…"
He reached into the air, as if gripping something unseen.
"Has become necessary."
Kaguchi moved at last.
Only one step , yet the pressure shifted.
—"No."
One word. Cold. Final.
Taiga blinked. Then laughed.
"No?"
He rose from the throne.
"You're joking, right? The demonic spirits await liberation. And the key ..."
Kaguchi cut him off, without raising his voice:
—"You will not have it."
The smile vanished from Taiga's face.
"And why?"
His tone sank.
"Do you fear rebellion? Or…"
He stepped closer.
"Do you not want me to reclaim my full power?"
Kaguchi turned slowly. Their eyes met.
—"I do not fear your rebellion," he said with lethal calm.
"I reject it."
He paused briefly, then added:
—"When your power is fully restored… you will need no one."
Taiga clenched his teeth.
"So you intend to keep me incomplete."
—"I intend to keep you breakable."
A heavy silence followed. Then Taiga spoke again, his voice lower:
"I heard a noble is searching for you. Akira… isn't that right?"
The shadows flickered. Kaguchi neither denied nor confirmed it. He only said:
—"I hate nobles."
He turned slightly, as if the name deserved no more.
—"Akira is one of them. And he will end like the rest."
Taiga smiled thinly.
"So… you won't give me the key."
—"Not until the time comes."
Kaguchi turned away. And before disappearing into the shadows, he spoke without looking back:
—"Breaking the second layer is not an invitation to freedom."
He vanished.
Taiga remained alone. He laughed… but this time, the laughter was uneasy.
_
At the outskirts of the Drakhaen kingdom,
Kaelina sat beside a cracked rock, her hand pressed against her injured shoulder. The blood no longer flowed, yet the pain remained.
The air shifted. Not wind… but weight. She lifted her head slowly.
He was there. The Black Dragon, in human form, standing only a few steps away.
She did not kneel. She did not bow.
He spoke in a voice that held no question only evaluation:
"Your injury."
She answered after a moment:
"It is not fatal."
He looked at her shoulder. Then at her hand. Stillness.
"Why didn't you die?"
His voice was calm. Kaelina swallowed.
"Because I did not save myself."
He did not respond. He stepped forward. The light around her dimmed, as though the shadows answered him alone.
"What happened…" he said,
"will not close."
She raised her eyes to him. She did not ask what.
She only said:
"Oboro?"
He paused. Then answered:
"He was saved."
She fell silent. He added, without looking at her:
"And he is well now."
Kaelina clenched her fist. But said nothing.
He gave her one final look not as a protector, nor as a judge, but as something that records.
"Do not follow what is broken," he said.
"For fractures… expand."
Then he turned. The shadow moved with him, and withdrew. After the Black Dragon vanished, the place remained still…
But Kaelina did not. She breathed deeply. She reached for her neck. A thin chain, old, not shining… yet heavier than any weapon.
She pulled it slowly. A small ring hung at its end plain metal, engraved inside with a faded word only those who knew its meaning could see.
She remembered A short laugh. A promise spoken in haste. A hand holding hers, as if the world were too small for anyone else.
She closed her eyes. For one brief moment, her fingers trembled.
Then, She pulled the chain. The metal snapped with a faint sound, too soft for anyone to hear. But Kaelina heard it.
She placed the ring upon the cracked rock. Looked at it with neither hatred… nor longing. She spoke, to no one at all:
"This was… the last of it."
She lifted her foot. Crushed the ring beneath her boot. No sound followed.Only something went out.
She gripped her weapon, despite the pain, despite the weight, and rose. She did not look back.
The path she once walked no longer existed. And even if it returned…She would not walk it again.