It was time to finish the final arc.
The monster didn’t just fall. It unraveled . The kinetic force hit its chest, and the creature’s body folded along invisible lines, as if its flesh were paper crumpling at the crease of a perfect fold. It was time to finish the final arc
Kensuke cracked his knuckles—a sound like rifle shots. He looked at the dark citadel on the horizon, where a tyrannical warlord known as the “King of Erasure” had outlawed all art and storytelling. It was time to finish the final arc