The world won that day.
But I didn't.
The Monster King fell back when Yuki vanished—maybe weakened by her loss, or maybe shaken by what he saw in her final moment. Either way, the invasion halted. Temporarily.
The price we paid… was her.
Malaysia stood. Southeast Asia held strong.
But my heart was left broken in the ash.
Days passed. Then weeks. I walked through the ruins of our battlefield every morning. Hoping. Regretting. Remembering.
Everywhere I went, people called me a hero. The one who saved the last piece of humanity. The strongest man alive.
But the truth?
I would've given it all up to save her.
One night, as I stood at the edge of the Skyspire ruins—alone with the wind—I found something strange.
A shard of crystal. Faintly glowing violet.
My hand trembled as I picked it up.
It pulsed softly—like a heartbeat.
And then, in the silence, I heard her voice.
Just one word.
"…Nezo…"