The battlefield was a symphony of chaos. Blades clashed. Mana roared. The Beast Soldier howled. And in the core of the storm—Kazuki stood still, body trembling not from pain, but from realization.

  As the War Tyrant fought on—autonomous, slashing back with willpower of its own—Kazuki’s mind slipped inward, dragged into a spiral of thought.

  The shattered veil… R.I.S.K… the false history…

  Memories—half fragments, broken echoes—flashed in a blur.

  Elara’s cries. Garron’s blade breaking. Kairyuuha’s fading smile.

  Kazuki gritted his teeth.

  > “Why did it all feel orchestrated? As if something was guiding fate… corrupting it.”

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  And then… it clicked.

  Not just a faction. Not just a god.

  Something older. Alien. Non-human.

  > “It brought us here… when we were nothing but celestial light.”

  “It wanted this. To break us. Reforge us. Build a world in its image.”

  The veil. The execution. The memory seals. The corrupted path of humankind.

  It was one being.

  The true enemy.

  A voice, neither male nor female, echoed in his head.

  > [Skill Acquired – Celestial Intuition: You begin to see beyond the veil. Truth whispers. Understanding deepens.]

  His status screen glitched for a moment, then blinked into new clarity—confirming it.

  Kazuki’s aura ignited. Not in rage—but purpose.

  He lifted his hand, eyes burning like twin stars.

  “Enough games…” he muttered.

  With one snap of his fingers, a blast of pressurized force erupted from his core, shattering gravity around him. The Beast Soldier was launched back, tearing through floating debris, tumbling away in an explosion of energy.

  Kazuki’s fingers slowly raised, two poised in the air, aimed directly at Kairyuuha.

  A low hum began… then a vibration…

  Then—

  “Ray of Death.”

  A flash.

  No chant. No delay.

  Just light—white and violet and void-colored, condensed into a beam so dense it tore a path through the cosmos.

  Kairyuuha’s smirk cracked.

  For the first time, his expression turned—tense, serious, calculating.

  The Ray of Death screamed through space, its roar like a choir of souls.

  The world held its breath.