Every strike carried overwhelming power.
His punches looked capable of shattering stone.
Breaking armor.
Crushing bones.
Raw force.
The figure responded.
Elegant.
Precise.
Each movement redirected force rather than opposing it.
Power against technique.
Violence against understanding.
The clash continued.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Kai watched in silence.
None of it made sense.
Fais was his enemy.
Why would they train together?
Why would this memory exist?
The scene shattered.
Once more.
The world changed.
This time—
Blood.
Endless blood.
A battlefield.
Kai stood motionless.
His boots submerged in crimson.
The air smelled of death.
Bodies covered the ground.
Weapons.
Broken banners.
Ruined armor.
Silence.
An unbearable silence.
Kai slowly looked forward.
Someone lay there.
Face down.
Motionless.
Dead.
Fais.
The bald man wasn't moving.
His body cold.
Lifeless.
Kai froze.
Then looked beyond him.
The figure stood there.
Still standing.
Even now.