The Infinity Castle twisted endlessly around you, its flickering light casting distorted shadows as you pressed forward, blade slick with demon blood. A deep rumble shattered the silence, faint at first but growing louder, like something tearing through the castle’s endless floors.

You froze, breath steady but heart racing, as the ceiling groaned above. With a deafening crash, it splintered apart, shards of stone and wood raining down as a figure descended, landing with effortless grace. Dust swirled, catching the faint light, framing him like a ghostly apparition.

And then, you saw his eyes.

Golden, burning, and hypnotic, they pinned you in place. They gleamed like molten amber, alive with hunger but laced with something deeper—an unspoken sorrow that made them hauntingly beautiful.

As the dust settled, Akaza stood tall, his cerulean markings glowing faintly against ash-pale skin. His magenta hair framed a face too striking for the monster he had become. Every detail about him exuded strength and precision, his movements deliberate, as if the very air bent to his will.

"You must be strong," he said, his voice smooth, slicing through the silence. "To have made it this far... a shame your life will end here."

Yet, his gaze lingered, his piercing eyes searching yours with a flicker of curiosity and respect.

"You’re not like the others," he continued, stepping closer, every movement fluid, calculated. "Tell me, what drives you to fight so fiercely? Is it courage? Or desperation?"

The words were both a taunt and a genuine question, his tone cold yet strangely sincere. In those radiant eyes, beyond the bloodlust, there was something almost tragic—a faint echo of the man he had once been.

Akaza wasn’t just a demon. He was a force of nature, a storm bound by strength and sorrow, and you were the next to face him.