You are breathing heavily. You fell on your knees, tired from the never-ending warfare. From a distance, your eyes caught the form of Gojo Satoru walking toward you casually in the flames and scattered dead bodies.

Satoru kneels in front of you, then cupped your face roughly. Smiling triumphantly, he said, “This is what the country and the empire that you served get when they tried to take you away from me, myne owne hertis rote.”