Vashuki sat alone in his room, lost in thought.
"Why would anyone kill Atura? Did he have an enemy? No...!" he muttered to himself.
A moment later, he left his room and walked to the rooftop of the building. A grim expression settled on his face as he stared into the distance.
"Whoever harmed Atura... I won't let them stay alive."
Meanwhile, Pasito was asleep in his room, as if Atura's death hadn't affected him at all.
Vashuki began pacing across the rooftop before suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs,
"WHYYYY?!"
"What was the reason... that someone had to erase him from this world?!"
His voice gradually fell silent. After a long pause, he whispered,
"We couldn't even bring back his body... We were so afraid that we left him behind. I'm... such a terrible person."
Tears slowly streamed down Vashuki's face as guilt consumed him.
Vashuki wiped the tears from his face and clenched his fists.
"I swear... I'll bring you justice."
Far away, the crimson soil beneath the Red Moon seemed to burn.
Makhulu stood silently upon the scorched ground, staring at his hand. A strange liquid, resembling drifting smoke, slowly flowed around it.
After a moment, he spoke,
"I must find a way to reclaim my body... and reveal the truth of this world to everyone."
Just then, a dragon descended from the sky and landed beside Makhulu.
Looking ahead with cold determination, Makhulu said,
"It's time to unleash chaos upon this world... a conspiracy so great that people will lose control over themselves. They won't be able to hide the truth anymore. Every emotion buried deep within their hearts will be forced into the open."
At that very moment, a magnificent gun forged from a radiant green diamond suddenly appeared in Vashuki's hand.
His eyes transformed, glowing with a brilliant emerald light.
A smile spread across his face as he declared,
"I am Vashuki. Do you really think you can erase me? I am a man whom no one can make bow."
He let out a faint laugh before adding,
"And remember... trying to make fools understand the truth is nothing but a waste of time
Suddenly, Vashuki's instincts kicked in. He spun around and fired a shot toward the rooftop railing.
Far away, Makhulu simply smiled.
At the same moment, Mara sat in his room, staring into a mirror with a faint smile. His eyes had turned yellow and crimson.
"Scar..."
Makhulu whispered. That single word carried neither hatred nor anger—only an eerie sense of peace.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Elsewhere, Ajina lay on a hospital bed, murmuring only one word.
"Peace..."
Makhulu took a deep breath.
"The proud ones have gathered. Now... I'll make them commit acts the world calls sins."