[s3e10] The Demon Of The End Info

The violet sky flickered. For a heartbeat, the Demon paused, its form shivering like a reflection in disturbed water. Then, with a sound like a long-held breath finally being released, the silhouette shattered into a million sparks of white light. They didn't burn; they drifted upward, mending the sky as they went.

High above the crumbling spires of the Imperial City, the sky had bruised into a deep, sickly violet—the hallmark of the Dimensional Rift. Below, the survivors of the 13th Division huddled in the shadow of a fallen clock tower. Their commander, Kaito, gripped a blade that was humming with a frantic, rhythmic pulse. It wasn't his heartbeat; it was the sword’s. "It’s here," Kaito whispered. [S3E10] The Demon of the End

As the entity raised a hand of swirling void, Kaito didn't swing. He let his sword drop. The steel clattered against the cobblestones, a lonely sound in the vacuum of the apocalypse. He closed his eyes and felt the Demon’s cold aura wash over him—a thousand screams of people who never were. The violet sky flickered