Descent into the Ruined Sea 2

Kaito dashed in again, teleporting mid-strike, swapping places with a clone who exploded in cursed flames as a trap. The mirror-self dodged, barely, but its arm was torn apart.

“You’re not me,” Kaito growled, launching a flurry of Shadow Blades. “You’re just a mistake trying to be perfect.”

The mirror roared, charging, but Kaito was ready. He unleashed Sensory Destroyer, the dark aura halting his foe just long enough.

One step. One breath.

He drove his sword through the clone’s chest, eyes locked on its face. The light faded. The body turned to dust, this time for good.

“…Goodbye.”

The chamber responded—walls shifting, the floor glowing with a new path. A spiral staircase made of radiant bone and obsidian unfurled downward into darkness.

Kaito descended.

With every step, the weight of divine judgment grew stronger. The air was thick with divine pressure, as if a thousand dead gods whispered accusations into his ear. But Kaito’s eyes blazed.

He would not kneel.