White.
Nothing but white.
Then—
A battlefield.
The smell of blood.
Smoke drifted through ruined buildings.
The ground was littered with broken weapons.
Bodies.
Fire.
Kai stood at the center.
Not the Kai of today.
Another Kai.
Cold.
Expressionless.
Beneath his skin—
Glowing lines pulsed faintly.
Magic Circuits.
His breathing remained calm.
As though this was just another day.
Several meters ahead—
A man knelt.
Or rather—
Taai.
His arms were gone.
Both severed cleanly at the shoulders.
Blood pooled beneath him.
Yet...
He was laughing.
Kai slowly walked toward him.
Andrew's oversized pistol rested in his hand.
"So..."
"The pest is finally gone."
He stopped in front of Taai.
"You're next."
Taai spat blood.
Then laughed again.
"You may have beaten me..."
"...but they'll avenge me."
Kai tilted his head.
"...Will they?"
Far away—
Someone shouted.
"TAAI!"
Another voice.
"THERE HE IS!"
Kai calmly raised the pistol.
Bang.
Taai's laughter stopped.
His body collapsed.
Silence.