For the first time, Raiden's expression shifted. His eyes sharpened, a thin line of cold recognition.
(He survived… as expected. He must be one of them…)
The Clown tilted his head again. His voice rasped, yet carried clarity.
"Oh… it looks like this vessel cannot handle it anymore."
Before their eyes, the Clown's body began to crumble. Ash flaked off his limbs, his torso fracturing as void surged outward to hold him together.
He turned his gaze, first to Khael. Then slowly, deliberately, to Kaen.
"See you… all." His tone shifted, almost reverent.
"…Especially you… young boy who has the power of the void. See you at my real body… if fate lets us meet again."
Kaen stepped forward, fists trembling, voice iron.
"Yeah… and if we see each other again—that time will be the day I kill you."
The Clown chuckled, voice breaking apart with his vessel. "Perfect. Become stronger, little flame… become worthy."
