Azrath's chains shattered one by one.
"You must choose," he said.
"Devour me and release what sleeps."
"Or leave me—and allow it to force its own escape."
Below, cities trembled as cracks spread across the sky.
Silver Eyes' voice broke.
"Kaito, this wasn't fate. It was manipulation."
The hunter gripped his sword tightly.
"If there's a third option—find it."
Kaito stared at Azrath.
Then at the broken world below.
For the first time—
He hesitated not out of fear.
But responsibility.