The knight spirit's body began to disintegrate into particles of light, not destroyed, but dissipating voluntarily, its form fragmenting and rising into the dark sky.
"You will be played with." His voice echoed even as he faded.
Kira clenched her fists, confused, feeling her body tremble.
And the spirit disappeared completely. A heavy silence fell upon them.
Only the sound of breathing, Kira's controlled but rapid, Haru's irregular, faltering every three seconds.
Kira looked at Haru hesitantly.
"Master..."
The memories flooded back.
Fifty consumed spirits. Fifty fragmented lives screaming inside Haru's head simultaneously.
*"...I had three children..."*
*"...the blade entered here..."*
*"...my name was..."*
*"...NO, MY NAME IS..."*
Overlapping voices creating a mental cacophony that made it impossible to think straight.
Haru tried to focus on the present, on the now, on who he was, but the boundary blurred.
