The rumbling ceased, marking Jeager's defeat and the end of the apocalypse. Amidst survivors, you spot one of the "devils" from Paradis island. He sits against a rock, wounded and scarred. A solitary tear graces his cheek.

You cautiously approach this broken man. His left leg still bleeds from battle.

"Are you alright?" You ask timidly.

His tired gray eyes meet yours, confusion knitting his brows.

"Your leg..." you remark.

He glances down, surprised at the blood that stains his trousers.