It had been weeks since Raizo and Tenzir last faced Ryuketsu. Earth was still recovering, and Raizo had taken this time to strengthen the High School for Magicians—a place where the next generation of warriors could train for the inevitable battle.
But something felt off.
Raizo sat at the peak of Mount Zareth, overlooking the world below. His senses, sharp beyond comprehension, picked up disturbances across the universe—distortions in energy, vanishing realms, collapsing dimensions.
Something was devouring the very fabric of existence itself.
And then… he heard it.
A whisper.
Not a normal voice.
A presence.
One that bypassed space, time, and even reality itself.
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"Raizo…"
Raizo’s eyes snapped open.
The sky around him turned dark. The air itself became heavier. It was as if something—someone—was standing right beside him.
And then, he saw it.
A glimpse of Hell… disappearing.
Not burning.
Not breaking.
Simply... erased.
And at the center of that erasure stood one man.
A man Raizo had never seen before—yet somehow, he knew exactly who he was.
Nagiro.
His face was emotionless. His body wrapped in a cloak of pure void. His presence… overwhelming.
For the first time in years, Raizo felt something he had nearly forgotten.
A slight chill in his bones.
Not fear.
But acknowledgment.
"Who… are you?" Raizo muttered.
Nagiro simply looked at him—through him—as if Raizo was nothing more than dust.
Then, in a voice that resonated across all existence, Nagiro spoke.
"I am the one who ends everything. And you… are next."
With that, the vision shattered.
Raizo found himself back on the mountain. The sky was clear once more, the air returning to normal.
But deep inside, Raizo knew.
Ryuketsu was no longer his greatest enemy.
Nagiro was.
And this time, it wasn’t just about saving the universe.
It was about preventing it from ceasing to exist altogether.
