When Kaito emerged from the sea, something had changed.
His shadow no longer lashed wildly.
It flowed smoothly, like living ink.
Silver Eyes stared at him carefully.
"You're stabilizing."
"I'm adapting," he replied.
Far above—
The eclipse cracked further.
Three Lords gone.
Four remained.
And within the prison—
An enormous eye opened halfway.
The hunter felt it too.
"This isn't about domination," he whispered.
Kaito looked up at the bleeding sky.
"No."
"It's about something trying to be born."
And it was running out of patience.