Kairyuuha stood still. Amid a sea of white-eyed enemies, a storm brewed within him.

  He slowly exhaled.

  “Cosmic Eyes—

  The Eyes of the Cosmos.”

  A vision flickered in his mind:

  A blue vortex…

  A red vortex…

  Cosmic essence…

  Neon light…

  Spirit forms swirling in sacred symmetry.

  They spiraled inward, connecting like the sunflower of the void, petals curling into one another.

  Then—collapse.

  A supernova imploded.

  From the singularity, a vortex was born—contained in a shrinking space, bouncing against invisible boundaries, amplifying pressure into oblivion.

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  He opened his eyes.

  Void.

  Dark, silent, vast.

  The universe trembled. The stars in distant skies flickered.

  He blinked again—and this time, the cosmos itself stared back.

  His pupils shifted—orbs of color danced and swirled like distant galaxies.

  They bloomed outward into a flower of chaos, petals spiked and sharp.

  Neon lines surged from the eye, blooming outward like divine roots piercing space.

  “Let’s begin.”

  He vanished.

  BOOM.

  A dragon’s head cratered into the earth, neck twisted unnaturally.

  Even mindless beings paused—they felt something they were not programmed to feel.

  Fear.

  The Custodians—watching from their temple—were speechless.

  “…Such elegance. Such terror…”

  “…Is this the power of a mortal…?”

  Kairyuuha blurred again.

  Soldiers dropped.

  Demons fell.

  Beasts shattered.

  Each second claimed a thousand lives.

  Blood painted the battlefield in waves.

  Panicking, the Custodians made their move.

  “Share our power—awaken their full wrath!”

  Golden light poured into the controlled beings—

  Their strength multiplied.

  Their vision returned. They could now see him.

  Two dragons struck in unison—Kairyuuha blocked with both daggers, sparks flying as pressure split the clouds.

  He twisted, danced through blood and bone.

  Limbs, wings, horns, and heads flew like debris in a cyclone of carnage.

  Suddenly—

  Dark hands burst from the earth grabbing his arms, legs, neck.

  Above, a light vortex pulsed—

  Atomic Vortex: 1000%.

  BOOOOOOOOM.

  Light swallowed him.

  The explosion left a scorched crater the size of a city.

  Kazuki stood, glowing, still under control, expression emotionless.

  But—

  A voice called him.

  He turned.

  Kairyuuha sat casually on a dead dragon’s body, untouched.

  He opened his eyes—

  The cosmos in his pupils now vibrant,

  Neon veins slower, deeper, eternal.

  He smiled faintly.

  “Not bad… Kazuki.”