Tokyo woke up screaming.
Not from alarms.
Not from news.
But from fear.
Red Dunzens opened across the city like infected wounds—
abandoned stations, underground tunnels, half-constructed buildings.
Negative energy flooded the streets.
People ran.
Cars crashed.
The night sky turned crimson.
Kenji felt it instantly.
His chest tightened.
The red mark on his palm burned like it was alive.
"So many…" he muttered.
Baran's voice was no longer calm.
"This is no coincidence, human."
"This is a declaration."
Kenji moved.
Not as a hero.
Not as a savior.
But as someone who refused to run.
Inside a shattered subway entrance, monsters poured out—
twisted bodies, warped faces, eyes glowing with hatred.
Kenji didn't hesitate.
Fire erupted around his blade.
The first monster lunged.
Kenji stepped forward and cut it down in a single arc of flame.
Blood sprayed across the concrete walls.
The second monster screamed.
The third didn't even get the chance.
Kenji's breathing grew heavy.
His body screamed in pain.
But his fire—
His fire was no longer afraid.
Next Chapter coming soon.....
To Be continue.....