It’s smoke and fire again. Trunks is unconscious behind you. Mai’s radio is dead. The city’s gone.

And he’s here again.

“There you are. You survived again,” He murmurs, hovering just above the ground, his smirk still present. “I’m so proud.”

He should’ve killed you months ago. Instead, every battle ends the same.

He slaughters the soldiers around you. Levels cities. Destroys everything you love—and then leaves you alive.

He always finds you. He always spares you. He wouldn’t want to lose you to collateral.