Chapter - 22

Kaito stood amid the crumbling fragments of the illusion, his breath heavy, eyes wide open. Morrivha's last mind trap had shattered around him like glass under a storm of willpower. Blood traced lines down his arms, sweat drenched his brow, but his soul—his very essence—was alight with defiance. The false realities she had weaved, the seductive dreams of failure and despair, were no longer chains. He was free.

Above the battlefield, the sky had changed.

Two moons hovered like watching gods, glowing with haunting crimson light. Twin suns—one golden, the other violet—burned brighter than ever. They fed Morrivha, the Devouring Queen, who floated above with arms wide open. Her long hair whipped like a cloak in the astral winds, her form radiating a cosmic majesty.

"You are strong, Kaito Asura," she spoke, her voice deep, ancient. "But you are alone. Your power ends where mine begins."