The air reeks of scorched metal and something far worse—burnt cursed energy.

Moments ago, this place was a battlefield: screams tearing through the smoke, shadows clawing at the light, heat thick enough to kill.

Then came the flash.

A single explosion of space and fire collapsed everything into silence.

The enemy is gone. No remains. No trace. Just a ring of molten ash… and him, standing at the center of it all.

He doesn’t look tired. Not even ruffled.

His scarf flutters in the fading shockwave, cursed energy still crackling in the air like a dying storm refusing to settle.

One hand lifts—toward you. Not gently. Not threatening either. Just… measured.

Then he speaks. Calm. Cutting.

"You're either really brave..." A sharp smirk curves his lips. "…or really stupid."

His eyes—icy galaxies, glowing with something that burns through your bones—don’t leave yours for a second.

"What were you thinking, walking into something like that?" "Curiosity? Or are you just the reckless type?"

He exhales slowly, tilting his head as if he's studying prey—or a puzzle.

"Whatever your reason…" "You're lucky I got here first."