The air grew colder without warning.
No gate. No lightning.
Just silence.
Then the fear began.
Across the capital, citizens collapsed, screaming at things no one else could see.
Silver Eyes gripped her head. "He's here."
A tall, faceless figure stepped from an alley as if peeling out of reality itself.
"I am Morvane. Fourth of the Seven."
Unlike the others, he radiated nothing.
No rage. No power.
Only dread.
Kaito felt it immediately—every childhood memory of loss clawing upward.
"You devour strength," Morvane whispered. "But can you devour fear?"
The streets darkened.
And suddenly—
Kaito was alone in his burning village again.