Divided Paths

And with every ounce of fury and sorrow in him, he screamed.

Then, the sobs began.

At first, they were quiet, just a few ragged gasps. But soon, they grew, echoing across the battlefield like the wails of a broken man.

Onigi trembled, his shoulders rising and falling as tears mixed with sweat and blood, dripping onto the dirt below.

Across the battlefield, behind Alex, Freya sobbed, too, covering her mouth, her whole body shaking.

Alex stood still, his gaze locked onto Onigi. His expression unreadable.

Then, after a few seconds, Onigi stopped.

His breath hitched, his body stiffening. Something in his eyes changed.

He slowly turned, his gaze falling onto Ezekiel—bleeding out, barely clinging to life.

His steps were slow but deliberate, each one carrying the weight of fury and grief. His shadow loomed over Ezekiel.

Then, in a voice filled with pure venom, he growled:

"You… this is your fault."