"Even after your betrayal… It appears I couldn't help but fall for your words."
A chuckle, deep and self-deprecating, leaks out of Kalakuta's lips.
He coughs lightly as he slowly lifts himself from his miserable state. His hair is disheveled, and his enormous body appears completely worn out.
Lacking an arm and a foot, he no longer appears to be the perfect, invincible specimen.
There is a certain ugliness radiating from him now.
However, nothing about Kalakuta has changed in my eyes.
He remains the same.
I see him.
The man I first met on the shores.
The one who beat me.
The one who became my friend… My brother.
I see him even in this devastating moment when my blade is pointed at his throat.
"Why…?" He mutters with a sad chuckle. "Why did I not doubt your words? I didn't even suspect that you were leading me astray until it happened."
I sigh and shake my head.
