The flames engulfing Puppet City raged on ..
All that remained were ashes and ruins.
Just hours ago, this place had been one of the most beautiful cities in the heart of the corruption known as the Ultras.
Now, it had become a savage inferno, burning without end.
Scattered limbs and shattered puppet parts littered the streets.
Streams of blue blood flowed endlessly.
The clowns kept laughing without pause—
And the puppets kept crawling forward with murderous red eyes.
All of it aimed at one person ..
Frey Starlight, who continued fighting with bloodshot eyes filled with madness.
With each slash that tore through more of them, Frey felt his body slowly breaking apart.
His chest ached violently ..
Forced to breathe in the toxic smoke and gases rising from the fires around him.
His body was pushed into a constant cycle of regeneration—
Because Frey refused to fall.
He refused to stop fighting.
