Kon sat back on his throne, rain still pouring through the broken roof above him. Lightning flashed, casting his cruel smile in stark relief.
"I see… he died," Kon muttered, watching the vision of Fushio's body explode into crimson mist. "I don't need him anymore."
Far away, Hiroshi stumbled backward, eyes wide in horror. "How…? Who did this…?"
Back on the throne, Kon leaned forward, smirking at his loyal servant, Victor, who bowed low.
"Let's see how I can achieve Tsukime," Kon whispered, his eyes glittering with hunger.
Victor's grin mirrored his master's. "Soon, sir. I will find it for you."
Kon rose from the throne, rain cascading off his shoulders. He stepped into the storm with Victor at his side.
"Let's see how far I can push this world," Kon murmured, and with a sudden surge of dark magic, he and Victor lifted into the air, vanishing into the clouds.
Moments later, they landed in a barren field under the storm's eye — but they weren't alone. A ragged group of people blocked his path. Their leader stepped forward, hate burning in his eyes.
"Kon! I'll kill you myself — you murdered my family!"
Kon tilted his head, almost curious. "Tell me… what makes you so angry at me?" He let out a cold laugh. "Oh, right — because I did that. You don't get it, do you? This world… it doesn't care. No matter what I do, it'll keep turning. So why shouldn't I shape it how I want?"
The man roared and lunged, sword raised high.
"I'LL KILL YOU!"
Kon closed his eyes, smiling faintly. "Useless."
A heartbeat later —
SLASH.
The man's arm flew through the air, landing in the mud. Screams broke out as Kon's shadowy magic tore through the group like knives in a storm — limbs fell, heads rolled, bodies crumpled one after another, blood soaking the earth.
Only the leader remained, kneeling, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. Tears mixed with rain on his trembling face.
"Please… don't kill me…"
Kon stepped forward, his boots splashing through the blood. He leaned down, voice dripping with mock pity.
"If I don't kill you… people like you won't fear me. And if they don't fear me — they'll keep coming. So, it's better I end you here."
The man tried to scream, but Kon's blade flicked once — half his face split open, bone and brain exposed for an instant before he fell. Blood misted into the storm.
Kon looked down at the corpse, expressionless.
"Pathetic, isn't it?"
Victor stepped up behind him, whispering, "My Lord… shall we move on?"
Kon turned, smiling coldly. "Yes. Tsukime awaits."