{Scene Shifts Back to the Present}
Sunlight filtered through the broken streets as Yura walked beside Kael Draven. Their footsteps echoed softly, the chaos of earlier battles now distant—yet not forgotten.
Yura glanced up at him, hesitation in his voice.
"I've been thinking…"
He swallowed.
"What if you lose?"
Kael chuckled quietly, hands in his pockets, eyes calm beneath the light.
"I'd win every single time I fight Neraxis," he said simply.
"I'm not the strongest for nothing."
The future of humanity.
The future of the Vital Society.
All of it rested on Kael's shoulders.
It was a burden too heavy for any one person—but it had always been his. Kael had never wanted the world to rely on him. He wanted a world that didn't need him.
But it always did.
They said he was born for it.
That every problem had one answer—Kael Draven.
Now, with Neraxis returned, the entire world clung to that answer once more. Fear whispered through every corner of society—what if he loses?
Yet that fear never reached Kael.
Because in this era, against the strongest cultists and the deadliest vital spirits, Kael Draven had never once been defeated.
He had always reigned.
And as the sunlight followed his steps—
Throughout heaven and earth,
he alone is the strongest one.