The battlefield twisted as time and memory blurred into one. Thunder raged across the fractured sky, and the world tilted on an axis no longer bound by physics or gods.
Hoshiro moved through the chaos with unnatural speed, each step echoing across overlapping timelines. Beside him, the spectral forms of his fallen allies—Kaizen with his twin sabers, Aiko cloaked in flame, and Ryuji radiating calm fury—fought with him, extensions of his will.
The godkiller lashed out.
Reality buckled.
Buildings folded into themselves. Trees turned to glass. Every strike from the creature bent the rules of existence, rewriting what should be and what once was.
Kazuki, watching from the surface, screamed into his comms, "He's losing pieces of himself! His memory can't hold this long!"
In the rift, Ayame gripped her crimson blade, blood trickling from her eye. "Not unless we anchor him."
She plunged her blade into the ground and whispered the *Heartbinding Verse*, a forgotten technique passed down in shadows. Her soul flared—and a red tether linked her heart to Hoshiro's.
—
Suddenly, Hoshiro stopped mid-air.
The world steadied.
The ghosts faded.
And then—he smiled.
"I remember," he whispered. "I remember who I *was*."
He looked up at the godkiller, no longer afraid.
"I'm not your weapon. I'm this world's answer."
He hurled the First Blade.
The strike pierced the godkiller's eye—and light erupted across all dimensions.
—
*The Void screamed.*
And silence followed.
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