The red marks on his face glowing brighter, sealing the revelation. In that instant, the void felt alive with possibility, the weight of legacy settling on my shoulders like a mantle forged in fire. I was no longer just Tom, the survivor; I was connected to something greater, a lineage of power and purpose that bridged the past and future. The nightmare's horror faded into the background, replaced by a profound sense of destiny, and for the first time, I felt a glimmer of hope amidst the pain—a fragile light piercing the darkness, urging me to fight.
I say up. "Katsuo," I whispered, " you have met your doom. Now you won't be getting out of this century alive."
Then, I had the flash of the 6 eyes. Then I saw Katsuo, sitting on a thrown of gold and silver.
"Ok Fogo," he said, " just try if you can. "
Now, I have To be strong To be able to kill a king. I wound stop. I will kill him!