—
The light from the rift spilled into the ruined skyline of Tokyo, washing over scorched buildings and fractured streets. As Hoshiro, Ayame, and Kazuki emerged, the atmosphere changed—like the city itself had taken a breath.
But peace was not immediate.
From the remnants of the Crimson Syndicate's last base, alarms flared. A new figure stood at the epicenter—a tall woman draped in obsidian robes, her eyes glowing silver.
"Another one?" Kazuki groaned.
"No," Ayame said, tightening her grip on her blade. "She's not Syndicate. She's something worse."
The woman stepped forward, smiling coldly. "I am Tsukihana. I serve the Balance. And you've tilted the world far from it."
Hoshiro raised the First Blade. "Then maybe the world needed tipping."
She gestured—and the ground beneath them cracked. Gravity twisted. Buildings bent upward like paper. The laws of reality rippled.
"We fight again already?" Kazuki muttered.
"No," Hoshiro said, stepping forward calmly. "We *talk*."
To everyone's shock, he lowered his weapon.
"Then speak, Hero," Tsukihana said. "But remember… every word has a weight."
—
And so, as the city held its breath, a new kind of battle began—not of fists and fire, but of ideas, memory, and the meaning of power itself.