The past, the memories within it. He wanted everything to be forgotten but the world never goes as you planned and so past which you created never can be erased.
Kira was standing at the front of the lady who comes out of nowhere, holing a dragger with the intention to kill him. To pierce through his body. To cut him in half.
This was her intention and as she thought about it. Her devilish grin grew even bigger and bigger and then. ~
The moment Kira stepped forward, the world broke.
What had once been an open field with wild beast and corpses dissolved into nothingness—swallowed by a suffocating void. The sky vanished. The ground beneath his feet turned into a smooth, endless black surface that reflected no light, no shadow. It was as if he had been dragged into a hollow space carved out of reality itself.
She stood across from him.
Unmoving. Silent.
The Lady from his past.
Her dagger glinted faintly in the darkness, the only thing that seemed to exist besides them. Kira's breath grew uneven, his fingers tightening around his katana. His chest felt heavy—as if invisible hands were pressing down on him.
"You haven't changed," she said softly, her voice echoing unnaturally in the void.
Kira didn't reply.
But his mind was screaming.
Fragments of memory flickered—fear, pain, helplessness. A younger version of himself, powerless. That same dagger. That same cold gaze. The feeling of being hunted… of being nothing.
"I remember that look," she continued, tilting her head slightly. "The eyes of a broken child."
Kira's grip trembled.
"....."
Electricity sparked faintly along his blade—light blue arcs crawling like restless serpents. It wasn't just mana. It was defiance. It was rage barely contained alongside a fear within it.
She smiled.
And in the next instant, she was gone.
Kira reacted on instinct, twisting his body just as the dagger sliced through the space where his neck had been. The sound came a second later—a sharp crack of displaced air.
He countered immediately, swinging his katana in a wide arc. Lightning followed the blade, tearing through the darkness—but it hit nothing.
She reappeared behind him.
"You're slower than your fear," she whispered.
Pain exploded across his side as the dagger grazed him. Not deep—but enough. Enough to remind him.
Kira staggered forward, his breath hitching. His mind was slipping—dragged back into that past he hated.
No… not again…
He clenched his teeth hard enough to hurt.
"I need to forget it.... Right now, I will fight to protect the promise which I made that day"
Live for me.... live for your friend... live for yourselves... The words spoken by Arc engraved into Kira heart and now he is fighting for it.
Electricity surged violently now, coating his entire blade. The hollow space flickered slightly as if rejecting the intensity of his mana.
The mana possession
He turned sharply, releasing a slash of lightning that cut across the void.
This time—she blocked.
The dagger met his attack with unnatural precision, sparks erupting between them. For a moment, they stood face to face.
Close enough for him to see her eyes.
Cold. Unchanging.
"You didn't change. do you?" she said.
Kira froze—
And that was enough.
She moved.
A blur. A flash.
The dagger came straight for his heart.
His body refused to react.
Because in that instant—he wasn't here anymore.
Weak. Powerless. Afraid.
A victim.
Kira.
The voice cut through everything.
Sharp. Clear.
Real.
The world snapped back into focus as ice burst between them.
A jagged spike slammed into the woman, forcing her back for the first time. The hollow space trembled violently, cracks forming in the black void.
Kira fell to one knee, gasping.
"…Riya…"
She stood in front of him now.
Calm, but her presence burned with quiet intensity. Frost spread across the ground beneath her feet, pushing back against the unnatural darkness.
Her blessed authority
And now the same, blue mana overwhelmed to a sword and a arm was standing at front of him to protect.
Her emotion was unclear. She hates him for killing someone. The one who she admired from young but still she is now protecting him as her master would be sad if he died.
The Lady clicked her tongue, stepping back as the environment around them began to shift again—her control wavering.
"Oh, a new guest.", She murmured.
Riya raised her hand.
Dozens of ice spikes formed in midair, each one shimmering with deadly precision.
"Ready to die."
Kira looked up at her, his breathing slowly steadying. The fear hadn't disappeared—but it wasn't controlling him anymore.
Not completely.
His hand tightened around his katana once more.
This time—steadier.
Stronger.
"…I'm still standing," he said quietly.
Lightning sparked again, brighter than before.
And for the first time since the fight began—
Kira stepped forward.
"This is interesting"
The lady said sparkling a faint red glow along her eyes with her murderous intent still increasing, gazing towards both of them and then she gave a huge smile with her tongue licking around her lips.
A psychopath has arise.
.