Abyss :of its

Kon sat back on his throne, rain still pouring through the broken roof above him. Lightning flashed, casting his cruel smile in stark relief.

"I see… he died," Kon muttered, watching the vision of Fushio's body explode into crimson mist. "I don't need him anymore."

Far away, Hiroshi stumbled backward, eyes wide in horror. "How…? Who did this…?"

Back on the throne, Kon leaned forward, smirking at his loyal servant, Victor, who bowed low.

"Let's see how I can achieve Tsukime," Kon whispered, his eyes glittering with hunger.

Victor's grin mirrored his master's. "Soon, sir. I will find it for you."

Kon rose from the throne, rain cascading off his shoulders. He stepped into the storm with Victor at his side.

"Let's see how far I can push this world," Kon murmured, and with a sudden surge of dark magic, he and Victor lifted into the air, vanishing into the clouds.

Moments later, they landed in a barren field under the storm's eye — but they weren't alone. A ragged group of people blocked his path. Their leader stepped forward, hate burning in his eyes.

"Kon! I'll kill you myself — you murdered my family!"

Kon tilted his head, almost curious. "Tell me… what makes you so angry at me?" He let out a cold laugh. "Oh, right — because I did that. You don't get it, do you? This world… it doesn't care. No matter what I do, it'll keep turning. So why shouldn't I shape it how I want?"

The man roared and lunged, sword raised high.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Kon closed his eyes, smiling faintly. "Useless."

A heartbeat later —

SLASH.

The man's arm flew through the air, landing in the mud. Screams broke out as Kon's shadowy magic tore through the group like knives in a storm — limbs fell, heads rolled, bodies crumpled one after another, blood soaking the earth.

Only the leader remained, kneeling, clutching the stump where his hand used to be. Tears mixed with rain on his trembling face.

"Please… don't kill me…"

Kon stepped forward, his boots splashing through the blood. He leaned down, voice dripping with mock pity.

"If I don't kill you… people like you won't fear me. And if they don't fear me — they'll keep coming. So, it's better I end you here."

The man tried to scream, but Kon's blade flicked once — half his face split open, bone and brain exposed for an instant before he fell. Blood misted into the storm.

Kon looked down at the corpse, expressionless.

"Pathetic, isn't it?"

Victor stepped up behind him, whispering, "My Lord… shall we move on?"

Kon turned, smiling coldly. "Yes. Tsukime awaits."

Dark clouds crackled above a ruined citadel. Rain poured through holes in the broken roof, drenching a circle of cloaked mages gathered around a flickering blue sigil on the ground.

At the center stood Zamish, an old but unyielding mage, gripping his iron staff. His eyes burned with a desperate fire.

"Tonight… we face the Void Army," Zamish growled. "Kon — that vile coward — hides behind monsters and butchers. I don't care if it costs my life. I'll drag him down, even if I'm ashes when it's done."

The mages raised their staffs, chanting spells that hissed like coiled snakes. Outside, hundreds of mages gathered, ready to storm Kon's stronghold.

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But miles away, inside a lavish hall, Kon sat calmly under a warm lamp, sipping tea from a delicate cup. He smirked as Victor poured him more.

"Such fools," Kon said with a dry chuckle. "They don't even know where I am. They swing their blades at ghosts while I watch from my garden."

Two of Kon's Void Army lieutenants, Fuko and Remji, lounged nearby, sharpening their blades. Fuko grinned like a hyena.

"So, these old geezers wanna play hero? Let's entertain them."

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At the fortress gates, the mages broke through — but instead of Kon, they found only Fuko and Remji waiting in the pouring rain.

Zamish stepped forward, rain dripping from his beard. "Where is Kon?!" he roared.

Fuko rolled his eyes, stepping forward lazily. "Who? Oh — the boss? He's not here. But we're here… so how about you play with us instead?"

Zamish slammed his staff into the mud. "Don't mock me, boy. Stand aside — or be turned to dust!"

Fuko's grin widened. In a flash, he vanished — and reappeared beside one of Zamish's oldest companions. Before anyone could react, Fuko's blade flashed — SHUNK — slicing the old mage's hand clean off.

Zamish's eyes widened in horror. "You demon…!"

Fuko leaned close, licking blood off his blade. "What? You think we're joking? Want me to play with your granddaughter next, old man?"

Zamish's fury crackled into raw power. He thrust his staff forward, voice thundering through the storm:

"I ORDER YOU — BURN! FLAME PILLAR!"

A column of fire roared toward Fuko — but Fuko spun his blade in a circle.

"Sword Style — Shield Stage!" The flames scattered harmlessly around him.

Before Zamish could retreat, Remji appeared behind him, his smile like a wolf's.

"All done here?" Remji asked Fuko calmly.

"Not yet," Fuko laughed, stepping behind Zamish. "Old man — wasn't even fun."

His blade gleamed once more. SHLKT!

Zamish staggered forward, eyes wide — then collapsed face-first into the mud, blood washing away in the rain