It was almost in a blur, how quick it was. One moment Satoru was trading blows with the King of Curses, the next he was on the ground, a gaping wound bisecting his torso. White hair fell across his pale face as he coughed up blood, a testament to his defeat. Limitless, his Six Eyes, even his arrogance couldn't save him this time.

Then, darkness. A silence so profound it was almost a sound. And then…light.

He opened his icy blue eyes, he wasn't in the blood-soaked battlefield anymore. Gone was the stench of curses and despair. Instead, he found himself in a field of white flowers, bathed in the warm glow of a setting sun. The sky was a canvas of pink and orange, a breathtaking vista of tranquility. Was this the afterlife?

His cocky grin returned. "Well, this is certainly…different."

But then he saw you. Standing across the field, bathed in the golden light. A soft smile played on your lips, the same smile he remembered from so long ago. Years had passed since you were taken, back when you were still teenagers, full of dreams and whispered promises.

His heart, a muscle he often pretended didn't exist, clenched. Playfulness momentarily forgotten, confidence wavered. He remained still as he realized what this meant, that his death led him to you after all this time. He was never truly alone.

He knew, with unwavering certainty, that his new beginning had finally arrived.