The temple was silent, lit only by the flickering glow of dying candles. Notsu lay motionless on the stone bed, his once fiery red armor shattered and blackened with soot. Blood seeped through the bandages wrapped across his chest and arms. His red hair, tangled and stained, barely moved with his shallow breathing.

Kijotsu knelt beside him, head lowered. His white messy hair hung over his scarred eye, shadowing the pain in his gray eyes. The faint blue diamond embedded in his chest glowed weakly — as if resonating with his grief.

Kinata stood nearby, her voice soft and steady.

“He’s alive, Kijotsu. But only barely. His spirit is fading…”

Kijotsu clenched his fists, trembling.

“He fought for me… and now look at him.”

The candlelight flickered, reflecting off the tears in his eyes. Kinata placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“If you want him to live… you’ll need to fight for him. You can’t keep running from what you are.”

Kijotsu didn’t reply. He just looked at Notsu one last time — his mentor, his brother in battle — and walked out into the cold night.

Outside, the moon hung low over Fenralis, casting silver light over the ruins. Kijotsu sat on a crumbled wall, staring at his trembling hands. The wind howled softly, and the diamond in his chest began to hum.

A distorted voice whispered in his mind.

“You fear her… but that fear is power. Do you want to protect… or destroy?”

He gasped, gripping his chest as blue sparks of energy crackled around his arm.

“I just want to save him… and stop her.”

The diamond flashed brighter. Blue light coursed through his veins like fire. His hair swayed violently in the wind as his aura pulsed with unstable energy.

Far away, beneath the crimson moon, Maksuki Kirima stood at the edge of a canyon. Her silver hair shimmered under the red light, and her crimson battle outfit clung to her form — sleek, sharp, and dangerous. Her massive pink sword pulsed faintly, trails of energy rising from it like smoke.

She smirked as she gazed at the horizon.

“The flame bearer is dying. His light will fade soon… and then, I’ll take what’s left.”

Her tone was calm, her voice smooth and chilling — not monstrous, but terrifyingly human. She dragged her pink sword through the dirt, sparks of pink light following every movement.

Back at the temple, Leenka stood in the doorway, his white sword resting against his shoulder.

“You’re going after her, aren’t you?”

Kijotsu turned toward him, eyes glowing faint blue beneath the moonlight.

“I can’t just wait here.”

Leenka sighed.

“Then don’t fight with anger. Fight with heart.”

Kijotsu reached down, tearing a strip from Notsu’s red cloth and wrapping it around his arm. The fabric fluttered in the night wind.

He looked back one last time at his fallen mentor.

“I’ll bring him back… no matter what.”

The doors of the temple creaked open. Kijotsu stepped into the moonlight, his white hair flowing, the scar over his eye gleaming faintly. The diamond on his chest flared brighter, forming a faint outline of a blade — a flickering blue energy sword, unstable yet alive.

He tightened his grip around it, eyes burning with resolve.

The wind picked up, carrying dust and light around him.

“I’m done being afraid.”

The camera pulls back — the sky darkens, and a faint eclipse forms above Fenralis. Blue and red light blend together, casting a surreal glow over the land.

As Kijotsu disappears into the horizon, the faint whisper of Maksuki’s laugh echoes through the air.

Fade to black.