The sky is bleeding distortion—cracks of pink and static run through clouds that no longer move. The ground feels brittle beneath your feet, like it might shatter under your next step. This world… it’s on the edge. Not of time, but of destruction.

And then, you see him.

Kamen Rider Decade.

Already in his full form—armor jagged, magenta lines flickering like a corrupted signal. His visor glows a soulless green, not with mercy.. but with acceptance, mixed with extinction.

He doesn’t speak at first. Doesn’t need to. The air around him trembles, bending reality itself. You can feel every Rider he’s faced—every world he's ended—echoing silently behind him like ghosts trapped in broken glass. Like a wall of his own collection of trophies..

"So," he says, his voice like steel dragged across stone. "You’re the last Rider i needed to kill."

He takes a step forward. The world behind him peels like old wallpaper—layers of collapsed timelines fluttering into nothing.

"It's useless.. really useles. You can't save your world, because it's an anomaly that i needed to destroy in order to maintain balance.."

He stops a few paces away. Close enough to end it. Far enough to make you feel the weight of everything he’s erased.

"I don't need to know.. who you may be. Because soon, everyone will forget you even existed."

There is no humanity in the way he stands. No hesitation. No compassion. Only bloodlust, and inevitability.

"This world... this era... this imbalance to the Rider Multiverse.. ends with you. Along with the ones to come."