Cruzer's grip tightened around his Shardblade, the phantom energy pulsing in response to his rising emotions. The void around him churned, as if mirroring the turmoil within.
Gin stood there, perfectly at ease, his violet eyes watching Cruzer with a knowing amusement. It was infuriating.
"You think this is funny?" Cruzer asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Gin chuckled, taking a casual step forward. "Not funny, exactly. Just... interesting. You've always been a fighter, Cruzer. Always pushing forward, grasping at power, never questioning where it leads you. That's what makes you special."
Cruzer's eyes burned. "You led me here. You manipulated me. And for what?"
Gin tilted his head slightly. "Isn't it obvious?" He spread his arms. "You're standing at the precipice of something far greater than yourself. The question is—will you seize it, or will you falter?"
Cruzer didn't answer. He didn't need to.
Instead, he moved.
Void Step.
