The red mist trembled above the ruins as Fitran descended the debris of the tower. Spiral islands spun beneath him, colliding in accidents, blood and souls shimmering in an eternal flame. The world was silent, only the sound of his breath echoing amidst the unexpected loss.

  Fitran glanced at his hand, dried blood clinging to his skin, "The irony of this world," he murmured, "every destruction opens the gate for wilder powers."

  A shadow of himself appeared at the edge of the ruins, a transparent body vibrating like a distortion of air. The shadow of Fitran, a cold smile haunting, "Are you satisfied, Fitran?"

  Fitran stared blankly at the horizon, "Satisfaction is a term for those who do not know this world is burning. I am just ensuring I am not a victim of my own strategy."

  The sky burned red, cracks of light dancing between the clouds. The voice of Kagutsuchi no Ura shattered the silence, her voice heavy and layered, vibrating the bones of anyone who heard it. Kagutsuchi no Ura, hovering above the whirlpool of fire, "Welcome to the new world, Architect of Emptiness. You have destroyed everything. Now, witness the result of your creation."

  Fitran smirked slightly, his steps light among the debris, "Claiming it was never my goal. All pawns have the right to wield a sword, but only one will survive until the end."

  The mist thickened, swallowing the corpses of the fleeing who failed to survive. Takeshi emerged from the rubble, panting, his eyes red, his face full of wounds.

  Takeshi, falling to his knees, "Fitran! They won't stop. The island to the north has fallen, the glyph void is extinguished!"

  Fitran, coldly staring with raised eyebrows, "Do not expect miracles. Move everyone who can still walk to the core island. The rest, let fate choose." His voice was flat, without signs of doubt, as if the decision had been made long before the battle began.

  Takeshi, gritting his teeth, "You really have no heart, do you?"

  Fitran, brushing dust off his shoulder, "Hearts belong only to those who wish to be victims. I want to be the one who remains." His words were unsettling, sharp as a knife, tearing apart the remaining hope.

  A cracked laugh echoed in the air. Nurarihyon stood beneath a dead sakura tree, his black robe shimmering, his head oddly small like an old teapot, his eyes squinting with mockery.

  Nurarihyon, turning to Fitran, "Humans, humans… always clever at destroying their own homes." His voice trembled, touching a terrifying certainty.

  Fitran, replying softly, "Yokai like you must enjoy this chaos, right?" He dug deeper, trying to penetrate the opponent's doubts.

  Nurarihyon, raising a thin eyebrow, "I just want to know, who is more bloodthirsty—yours or ours?"

  Fitran, looking up, "Bloodthirst is merely a reason to survive. Only those who are cold enough will endure." There was a cynical tone in his voice, as if there was no place for weakness.

  Nurarihyon, laughing silently, "You are certainly not a hero, Fitran Fate." The insult pierced, challenging the remaining courage.

  Heavy footsteps shook the ground. Shuten-dōji, a giant figure, red-skinned, breath smelling of sake and blood, swung a massive club, "Where is Fitran Fate? I want to swallow your head tonight!"

  Fitran, turning with striking calmness, deflected the Oni's attack using a glowing blue energy circle. His gaze pierced, "True power is not limited to muscle and blood. This world is far more complex."

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  Shuten-dōji roared, "So much talk, weak human!"

  Fitran, responding with calmness, "You are always the pawn, while I determine this game."

  The sounds of screams and the sighs of souls echoed around them. Oda Nobuzan lay among the ruins, her belly protruding, her hand caressing the hilt of her katana, her gaze hollow, staring at the dark sky.

  Nobuzan, softly, "I once believed in goodness to change the world. But now… is there anything worth saving?"

  Fitran, only glancing briefly with a cold tone, "The strong do not wait for reasons to protect. They who choose their own goals."

  Nobuzan, wiping sweat from her forehead, "What is your answer today?"

  Fitran, a smile hinting at satisfaction, "Today, I protect the opportunity. Tomorrow, perhaps another. This world is too flawed for a single simple principle."

  The wave of Yokai approached, crashing brutally. Thick blood mist enveloped the arena, the sounds of hollow laughter and screams clashing in a report of emptiness.

  Fitran, standing before the core island, stared straight ahead, "If it must end here, finish it with reason, not tears. True power is found in the decisions made, not in regrets."

  Mira appeared behind him, holding a frightened child, her face pale. Dust and wounds gave the impression of psychological injury.

  Mira, her voice trembling, "Fitran, the spiral barrier is almost destroyed! If it is not reinforced, everything will perish!"

  Fitran, staring without pity, "Combine all glyphs into one path. No need to defend those who hesitate to survive. Let the weak be eliminated."

  Mira, looking down, "You never change. But at least you do not pretend to be the hero you hate."

  Fitran, firmly, "Heroes die young, Mira. I just want this new world to be harder than the deals offered by cowards."

  The shockwaves shook again. Spiral islands collapsed one by one, the fallen souls sucked into the whirlpool of chaos. Kagutsuchi no Ura stood atop a pillar of fire, her eyes gleaming, her voice echoing in the fear of every thought.

  Kagutsuchi no Ura, whispering enigmatically, "The First Fire Song returns. All comes from light, back to flame, or vanish into lost souls!"

  Fitran, watching the fire consume everything, "Welcome to the nameless world. Here, meaning is merely an ancient illusion, waiting to be burned to dust."

  Nurarihyon, clapping slyly, "You like playing with fire, Fitran. Nothing is more enjoyable than a world that devours the less wise first."

  Fitran, nodding slightly, "This world swallows those trapped in ignorance. I am three steps ahead, Nurarihyon."

  Shuten-dōji roared, behind him, other Onis surged, their screams becoming a roaring wave.

  Fitran, moving swiftly among them, utilizing the Voidwright spell; a whirlpool of dark energy skillfully swallowed the foremost Oni. "One gone, a hundred await. Monsters in this world never decrease."

  Oda Nobuzan, her red gaze sharp piercing, "How much have you sacrificed for one opportunity?"

  Fitran, in a cold tone, "Enough. A new world does not provide a place for the burdens of the past."

  Takeshi, still running, his body full of wounds, "Fitran, they have entered… there is no one left outside."

  Fitran, closing his eyes for a moment, "That is a sign, the time has come. The old era has ended. We will witness the birth of everything."

  In the distance, the sky transformed, strange colors shimmering, the foundations of the world being repainted. The voice of Kagutsuchi seeped in, like a spell ready to obliterate everything.

  Kagutsuchi no Ura, her voice echoing, "The First Fire Song, the beginning and the end, blood and memories. Those who survive become legends, those who lose become eternal dust."

  Fitran, his voice firm, "Legends are born from betrayal of the original script."

  The core island trembled, the glyph void glowing with intensity. Takeshi stood beside Fitran, his body shaky but his determination unwavering.

  Takeshi, breathing heavily, "Are you really not afraid of becoming a monster, Fitran?"

  Fitran, with a confusing calmness, "Monsters are the label for those who choose to survive when others choose despair."

  Once again, the world trembled, a whirlpool of emptiness sucking up all remnants—souls, blood, and hope—leaving only those brave enough to face death. Kagutsuchi no Ura danced among the remaining souls, blue flames flickering, as if challenging fate with an endless song of death.

  Fitran, standing tall atop the ruins, "Every decision is a risk. Every spell, a wager of life or death."

  Takeshi, his voice bitter, "If you fail today, who will remember your existence, Fitran?"

  Fitran, his gaze sharp and calculating, "I do not live to be remembered, but to ignite the fire that burns the records unworthy of remembrance."

  Under the nameless sky, everything returned to its origin: The First Fire Song This world was born from emptiness. Kagutsuchi, the primordial flame, was born as the first fire that brought meaning to the void. Silence enveloped, souls wandered, the sky sharp without color, the ocean of souls flowing like a river of fragmented data.