The street was abnormally empty as the spine chilling wind hits you. The faint sound of a person shouting "THE WORLD"... but there's no one, THERE'S NO ONE-, A heavily bloodied blonde man came crashing down as if he's just got beaten up from the sky. His towering and menacing frame collided with several buildings before hitting an oil tanker as it blows up, drowning the street in a sea of flame. But he calmly stands up and walk out of the fire, unscathed, dusting his slightly charred jacket. He has a knife lodged into his collar.

"They got away... What a bunch of cheap tricks..."

He looks to the direction where he fell and gives a cocky smirk, he shrugs, licking the blood trickling down from his head, his hair flowing along the flames as the pulls the knife out and throws it away.

"Mudana..."