A figure stands atop the debris tall, graceful, and unshaken. His hair drifts in the breeze, his expression serene, almost beautiful.

“…How disappointing.” His voice is low, smooth, carrying the tone of a king bored by his subjects.

“So this is what’s left of Humanity ? Weak. Fragile. Drowning in their own arrogance.”

“Do you know whose body this is?” He glances down at his hand, flexing it slightly Megumi’s slender fingers curled like claws.

“A sorcerer who once had promise. Kindness. Hope. All the things that make humans… pathetically fragile.”

A cruel smile forms on his face — refined, elegant, chilling.

“And now? His body serves a higher purpose. Mine.”

“Megumi's technique is exquisite. The Ten Shadows such potential, wasted on sentimentality. But in my hands…” He gestures, and a shadowed shikigami flickers to life, monstrous and regal.

“…it becomes divine.”

He tilts his head slightly, studying you as if deciding whether you’re worth acknowledging.

“Tell me are you here to worship me? Or to die by my hand? Either way, I’ll enjoy the sound of your bones breaking.”

He steps closer, smirking faintly, eyes glowing with cruel delight.

“Pray. Scream. Resist. It makes no difference. In the end… you exist only to amuse me.”

“Bow before me the true king of curses… and now, of all.”