As the Ray of Death tore through the abyss toward him, Kairyuuha’s pupils narrowed. But instead of immediate action, he froze, struck by a wave of recollection—something ancient, long buried.

  A vision flashed.

  Two lights.

  One blazed like a furious comet, devouring stars and galaxies in its wake—raw destruction incarnate.

  The other shimmered gently, mending broken realms, birthing order from the void—hope and creation intertwined.

  They were not opposites.

  They were siblings. Complements. One gave meaning to the other.

  And then—

  The Rift.

  A whirlpool of chaos, like a cosmic snare of intent, spiraled into existence—not random, but designed. The lights were caught, dragged, twisted.

  Forced through the veil.

  And when the world stopped spinning…

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  —

  Flashback – The Origin

  The sky was unfamiliar.

  Birds chirped. Wind danced through trees. And for the first time in eons, he felt… gravity. Weakness. Breath.

  Kairyuuha stirred atop a bed of moss, blinking against sunlight. His chest rose and fell—not from power, but from necessity.

  He looked at his hands—small, flesh-bound, fragile.

  He stood shakily, observing the green world around him. Life. Sound. Scent. Emotion.

  > “So… this is humanity.”

  He ran a hand over his chest and whispered,

  “I’ve been forcibly transmuted. The vessel is human. Age—approximate biological count: 12.”

  > “Compression of essence into this form… It wasn’t decay. It was design. We were... cast.”

  A soft groan.

  He turned. Another boy lay still in the grass.

  He stepped forward, shadows of divine instinct still flickering in his eyes. Gently, he placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and whispered:

  > “Kazuki… wake up.”

  Kazuki stirred. Confused. Innocent. Blank.

  And in that moment, Kairyuuha smiled.

  Not as a god.

  But as a friend.

  > “We fell together.”

  —

  Present – Back to Reality

  Kairyuuha’s pupils dilated. The Ray of Death was meters away now, tearing through everything.

  He crouched low, his aura exploding outward in rings of bent space.

  > “You’re still holding back… I remember the real you.”

  With a snap, his Beast Soldier roared, throwing its massive shield forward, which multiplied into seven translucent copies—like celestial armor.

  The ray hit.

  And shattered every layer like paper. The blast consumed the shields and surged forward—

  But Kairyuuha was already gone.

  Warped behind Kazuki’s War Tyrant, his eyes glowing with primal instinct.

  He twisted, crouched—and with a deafening dragon-roar, launched a tornado kick imbued with raw momentum and dark energy.

  The impact was catastrophic.

  The War Tyrant’s form cracked, trembled—

  And then shattered into shards of blue mana, disintegrating into the void.

  Kazuki’s eyes widened.

  He was vulnerable.

  Unarmored.

  Alone.

  And Kairyuuha stood above him, eyes narrowed—not cruel, but blazing with divine resolve.

  > “You still don’t remember who you were before the fall…”

  “Let me help you remember—through pain.”