The streets were silent, torn and burned from the last series of battles. Smoke curled from distant buildings, rubble scattered like confetti after a war parade. And in the heart of it all stood Nate, his boots grinding against broken pavement, eyes locked forward with a calmness that could crack stone.
Before him, four terrifying figures slowly approached—the five-tailed Govark, Zoro, and the two monstrous Keepers, clad in grotesque armor, radiating dread with every step. This was it. The final wall before peace. The last fight before the end.
Without warning, the two Keepers surged forward with unnatural speed. Their growls split the air, and their fists, thick as steel beams, charged at Nate in tandem. Nate tensed, readying himself, but then he felt it.
A soft scent. Sweet, like lilac and ash.
