The air was charged with energy as Kaito held his sword.
The Architects—the beings who had created the Abyss, who had woven the very texture of this world—came to him, their presence an unquestionable weight on his spirit.
Their power was old, beyond measure, and now Kaito realized, more than threats: they were the barrier that protected him from the chaos that threatened everything he cared about.
A shiver ran through his spine as he stood among them. There was a shadow around each of them, an ember in their eyes like dying stars.
Their very presence thrummed in the air like the beat of some hidden heart, their voices now still, their wills unbroken. They were not here to negotiate. They were not here to explain.
They were here to take it all.
"You speak of changing the world," Kaito said, his voice firm, cutting through the oppressive silence. "But you'll fail. We won't let you."
