The forest lay scattered with the aftermath of Kairo's Bone Technique. Dozens of monsters lay motionless, spears still hovering faintly before dissolving into dust. The scoreboard blinked steadily: 509 kills.
Riven sheathed his sword, eyes wide with disbelief.
"I've got to ask… where did you learn that? That bone technique… it's insane!"
Kairo didn't answer immediately. He knelt briefly, brushing dirt off a shard of bone that had embedded itself in the ground. His crimson eyes flickered faintly, distant.
"…I saw a man do it once," he said finally, voice calm, almost detached.
Riven blinked, frowning.
"A man? Who?"
Kairo's gaze drifted toward the forest canopy. Only he knew the truth: the motion, the flow, the Limitless Spears—it came from a figure he had once faced, a general of bone magic unlike any other. The memory of that battle, the strategies, the terror, it all lingered in him, shaping the technique he had just unleashed. But he didn't tell Riven. To him, it was enough to say a man had done it.
Riven tilted his head, curiosity piqued but unanswered.
"…Huh. Okay. Just… don't go showing off too much," he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Kairo rose, brushing his hands clean. Crimson eyes swept the remaining forest.
"Don't get distracted. The forest isn't cleared yet. Keep moving."
Riven followed, still processing the display of raw power, his mind buzzing with questions. He didn't know the origin, the horrors Kairo had survived, or the depth of the technique. All he knew was that together, they were unstoppable if they stayed in sync.