Amber of its cruelity

Kon: leans on his sword, watching the village burn, children scream, flames and ice twisting together

> "Wsp… so, Axolip… we're killing all of them. Look at them. Innocents? Fun? Happy? This is the world's truth."

Axolip: blood on his blades, nods once

> "Yeah… so we should, huh?"

Kon: grins, teeth sharp under the rain

> "Yeah. Do it — learn how this system works."

Axolip cuts down people — heads fall, screams echo. A mage tries a water spell — Kon points, flame engulfs him. Another shouts "Fire!" — Kon freezes him mid-spell. Kon's hand flicks, blood manipulation — veins burst, villagers drop. Chaos, bodies in the street.

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A girl tries to crawl away — a faint gem glowing on her chest. Kon's eyes narrow. He steps over corpses, smiles.

Kon:

> "Finally… there you are."

Her father stands, shaking, blocks him.

> Father: "If you want her… touch me first."

Kon laughs.

> "Interesting, gramps."

Kon's blade moves — the old man falls without even feeling the cut. The girl tries to run — but an invisible force drags her back, choking.

Girl: sobbing

> "What… what's happening?!"

Kon:

> "Helpless. And if I kill you — I lose my prize. So here's the deal… do it yourself."

A new voice — Packo, armored, known guard of Folkis City, steps in.

Packo:

> "If you kill her, your power's lost — for two months. You could die if that gem breaks wrong."

Kon's grin widens.

> "Packo… right? Good. Brave."

Packo draws his wooden blade — slashes — but Kon's blood shield catches it. A flick —

> Kon: "Blood Manipulation: Eighteenth Form — Blade Cutter."

Packo's legs are gone. He falls. Kon teleports behind him, grabs the girl by the hair.

Kon:

> "You love him, Kiana?"

Kiana: crying

> "No… please…"

Kon: throws her a knife.

> "Then take your life — or I'll do it worse."

Packo: bleeding, crawling

> "Don't… please… Kiana—!"

Kiana sobs, trembling — whispers:

> Kiana: "Bye…"

She drags the blade across her own throat — the gem glows one last time and fades. Packo screams. Kon stands over them, calm.

Kon watches Kiana's body drop — the knife clatters on stone. He wipes his hand on her hair, then turns to Packo, who's gasping on the ground.

Kon (smirking):

> "Guess my work's done here."

Packo (spits blood, trying to crawl closer):

> "You… you can't just walk away—!"

Kon crouches, tilts his head, almost mocking:

> "Look at you. You can't even stand. You don't have the power to kill anyone right now. But hey… maybe next time."

A small boy — Kiana's little brother — runs at Kon, screaming:

> "You monster! You can't kill my sister—!"

Kon doesn't even glance. His hand flicks sideways — the boy's body splits in half mid-run. Packo screams.

Packo (voice cracking):

> "You… monster…!"

Kon just smiles, bends down, plucks the faintly glowing gem from Kiana's body, holds it up to the moonlight.

Kon (cold, calm):

> "See you soon."

He vanishes — leaving Packo sobbing in the blood-soaked street.

Kon stands on the scorched earth, ash swirling around him. His coat drips with blood that's not his own. He lifts his palm — veins of crimson power curl through the air like threads.

Kon (calm, soft):

> "Blood Manipulation — 42nd Form."

A soundless wave passes through the village. Hundreds — men, women, old and young — clutch their chests, eyes wide. One by one they drop where they stand. Silence follows. Only the crackle of burning wood remains.

Kon watches the bodies fall like dry leaves. He tilts his head back, eyes half closed, counting in his head.

Kon (whispers to himself, amused):

> "Another 400. Add your 4000. Add mine… maybe five thousand souls tonight. Not bad."

He turns to Axolip, who stands amid the ruin — blades dripping, eyes dull but alive.

Kon (smiling, empty):

> "So, Axolip. What do you say? Join me. Or at least keep helping me. This world deserves no trust — you know it."

Axolip wipes the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand, shrugs with a crooked grin.

Axolip (low, dry):

> "I want your goal to win — truly. But for now, my path's my own. I'll help you again when the time's right. For tonight? Thanks. That's enough."

Kon watches him for a moment — no anger, no warmth. He just smiles, turns away, and the wind scatters the ash over their footprints as they part ways under the dead sky.

Scene: Kon's base — a dim chamber filled with quiet shadows. Kon sits on his throne-like chair. A black cat climbs up, curling on his lap. Kon strokes its fur slowly. Victor kneels nearby. A huge serpent coils outside the window, scales glistening like oil in moonlight.

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Victor (low, hesitant):

> "Master… why didn't you tell us? About the village. About the gem. About your real plan."

Kon doesn't look at him — just keeps petting the cat, which purrs softly.

Kon (calm, cold smile):

> "If I did… the rest of the Kidiaj would know too soon. Besides — I already cast a seal to bind what I want hidden. Even Fuko out there — he protects me in ways no one sees. And kills when I need."

A black shadow moves behind Victor — Fuko, masked and silent, bows his head.

Fuko (flat tone):

> "The gem is secured, my lord. Where you ordered."

Kon nods slightly, scratching the cat's ear. It snuggles deeper into his arm.

Victor (firm):

> "Next time… let me stand with you. Even if it kills me."

Kon chuckles, a sound with no warmth.

Kon:

> "That depends if you're worth it, Victor. Maybe next time."

He lifts the cat's head gently, looking it in the eyes.

Kon:

> "You see this creature? Small. Soft. Harmless. That's why it lives. Now…"

He gestures toward the window — the serpent shifts, its eyes gleaming. Outside, in the courtyard below, a stray dog struggles in a pool of water, snapping jaws of a giant predator closing in.

Kon:

> "That dog out there? Drowning. Screaming. Food for the serpent. Why? Because the world has no place for the weak. It's simple, Victor. Some exist to sit safely on my lap…"

"…some are meant to be eaten alive."

The serpent's tongue flickers — it slithers forward, jaws unhinge. The dog's scream cuts short in the cold night.

Kon's hand rests on the serpent's head through the open window. The beast presses its massive skull against his palm like a loyal pet.

Serpent (hissing, reverent):

> "My lord… you are always beautiful. Always right. Thank you for the feast."

Kon smiles faintly — the cat asleep in his arm, the serpent coiled outside, loyal monsters in flesh and scale.

Victor (whispers, almost awed):

> "…You make this world exactly what you want, master."

Kon (soft, final):

> "This world has never needed those who can't hold power. Let it all drown. The ones who deserve to live… will find my hand instead."

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CUT TO BLACK.

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