With that, The Reaper walked away, his figure gradually disappearing into the distance. Blood dripped from his wounds—proof that even legends could bleed when faced with the right opponent.
Seraphine and Cassius stood frozen for a long moment, unable to believe what had just happened.
Then they heard it—a weak groan from behind them.
They turned to see Satou stirring slightly, his body's regeneration working even in unconsciousness to repair the most critical damage. He wasn't waking up yet—wouldn't for hours, probably—but he was alive.
Against all odds, against the strongest hero in the world, against an opponent with three hundred years of experience and the ability to adapt to anything…
They'd survived.
Seraphine fell to her knees, relief and exhaustion overwhelming her. Cassius sat down heavily, his broken ribs protesting the movement.
And in the distance, The Reaper hummed to himself as he walked, already thinking about the next time he'd get to fight someone interesting.
