Kaido kneeled in a crater, his body drenched in wounds from head to toe. He looked skyward and saw a silver-haired man floating above him—smirking.
Kaido said, "Just who the hell are you? What do you want from me?"
Then Sephiroth answered, "From you I want nothing. Once you're dead, I shall have what I desire."
Kaido roared and lunged at Sephiroth, swinging his bagua with all his remaining strength—only to watch in horror as it was cleaved in two by Sephiroth's blade.
Kaido looked in disbelief at his destroyed weapon, then stared up at Sephiroth—and noticed something unsettling: Sephiroth's Masamune had turned pitch black.
Sephiroth said, "I managed to learn this so-called Haki while fighting your subordinates. It's quite the handy trick. My Masamune has never been sharper."
Then he rushed forward—and in one massive, fluid strike, severed Kaido's head.
Kaido's massive body collapsed lifelessly in the crater. Sephiroth began walking away from the carnage, saying, "Now to enjoy my retirement I wonder if there are any hot springs nearby."
From the Jade Chamber, Zhongli and the others observed the end of the battle. Zhongli said, with a composed voice said."I don't believe Sephiroth will be any trouble, but we should continue to monitor until further notice."
Then, in a sudden flash of swirling colors, Tet appeared in the Jade Chamber, eyes alight with mischief. "Enough watching—time to act," he declared, voice ringing with playful authority. "Venti, have you finished securing all the slaves from Mary Geoise?"
Venti, leaning casually on his lyre and flashing a cheeky grin, replied, in his airy, carefree tone, "Yes, sir—all are free and clear! I transported them to Mondstadt and they're waiting in refugee camps until we can get a city built to house them."
Tet nodded."Good. Then we're ready. Focalors, stay here and monitor the situation." He turned to Zhongli and Jibril. "Zhongli, you and Jibril will come with me to Mary Geoise. And finally, Venti, sweep the rest of the world—make sure there aren't any slaves remaining. I want no one left behind."
All four acknowledged the command in unison: "Yes, sir." Zhongli inclining his head with dignified calm, Venti's playful smirk lingering, Tet's godly resolve shimmering, and Jibril's scholarly poise steady.
Then, Zhongli and Jibril guided by Tet, stepped through a kaleidoscopic portal, colors fracturing around them as they departed for Mary Geoise.
Once the trio was on Mary Geoise, Tet said, in a calmly amused tone, "You two go and deal with the Five Elders—I'll handle Imu personally." Zhongli, with his composed demeanor, asked, "What about the nobles?" Tet's multi-colored eyes twinkled as he nodded, "Good point—hang on a second."
Tet waved his hand, and a moment later, a tall man wearing a hockey mask and carrying a machete appeared, staring silently at Tet as faint, creepy music somehow began to play in the background.
Then Tet, voice steady and devoid of hesitation, declared, "Jason—kill everyone in this land. No survivors."
Jason nodded and began walking into the city, footsteps echoing ominously.
Then Tet turned to Zhongli and Jibril with serene resolve. "That settles that. Come along, you two—it's time we do some work."
As they walked, Jibril, her tone curious asked, "Lord Tet, what's so bad about this Imu guy that you're going to deal with him personally?"
Tet's expression hardened, though still calm, his voice cold and stern: "Too many things to list, Jibril. Just know that by the end of this day, he will have paid for every single one of them. For centuries he's made others play his game. Now, he'll play mine, and—for the first time—I will personally ensure someone doesn't have any fun."
As the trio dispersed to their respective objectives, Jason was already racking up a body count. The screams of the Celestial Dragons were music to his ears as he butchered them like animals.
Then, a group of fools wielding swords and guns appeared before him and said, "Stop right there, monster! By the order of the holy knights, you are commanded to surrender."
Jason merely tilted his head. Then he raised his machete and flung it straight through their leader's face without a word.
The other knights watched in horror as Jason slowly walked toward them, each step measured—and utterly merciless.
One knight, snapping out of his shock, shouted, "Open fire!" They all began shooting, only to watch in terror as their bullets did nothing but bounce harmlessly off him—every shot hitting its mark yet failing to slow him down. Jason refused to pause.
He placed his boot on their leader's throat, the mask's expressionless gaze unchanging, and then pulled his machete free.
With deliberate savagery, he continued his advance. Terror rippled through them with every footfall. They tried to fight back, but their skills and weapons meant nothing before the masked revenant.
He slaughtered them all without mercy—methodical, clinical, unstoppable.
Then he continued his rampage, unimpeded. Today was a good day for Jason.
Tet entered Imu's throne room and settled himself with quiet authority. From his throne, Imu looked down at Tet and spoke, "Well… it's been a while since—" But before Imu could continue his monologue, Tet conjured a chair and sat down.
Then, with a subtly amused smirk, Tet pointed at Imu and said, "universal pull." Suddenly, Imu was ripped from his throne, flying straight toward Tet, who caught him effortlessly by the throat.
Tet's eyes—multicolored and unreadable—gleamed with restrained intensity. "I don't often get angry," he said calmly, voice steady, "but as someone who values free will, joy, and happiness... after seeing all the cruel acts you and your precious Celestial Dragons have committed, I'm pretty pissed."
Tet then tossed Imu to the ground, folding his arms as he towered over him. With deliberate gravity, he threw down a massive stack of papers. "Each one of those is a photo of someone whose lives were ruined by you or your people."
Imu rasped through choking breaths, "It was necessary for the world's order."
Tet's eyes sharpened. "No—it wasn't, you psychopath." He leaned over, voice cold but measured. "I'm sure you've heard the screaming. That's the sound of your precious nobles getting slaughtered. Within the hour, they'll all be dead. By the end of the day, every person in that stack will be back among the living—and I will personally ensure they get the lives they deserve."
Imu gasped, wheezing out, "That's impossible… To do that, you'd have to be a God."
Tet's smirk widened. He snapped his fingers—and in an instant, the room transformed. It dissolved away into a vast, sunlit ocean. Now they sat side by side on a sandy beach, waves lapping gently at their feet.
"I am a God, you foolish child," Tet said, voice even, eyes reflecting sunlight. "And you… are a despot. One who's about to receive a fun punishment. But I'm a fair God, so I'll give you one chance to save yourself—through a game."
Imu, eyes wide with disbelief and reluctant dread, whispered, "What kind of game?"
Tet smiled—enigmatic, serene. He handed Imu a gold key. "Naturally, I've taken away your powers. You'll be fighting with nothing but your skills—if you have any." Despite himself, wariness flickered across Imu's face. He wanted to refuse, to fight—but the being before him was overwhelmingly powerful. With no other choice, he accepted the key.
A brilliant light enveloped him. When it faded, he found himself standing at the entrance to a fog-covered town. In front of him, a sign read: Welcome to Silent Hill