Arata turned his head, just slightly.
No emotion. No surprise.
Just acknowledgment between titans who have seen each other survive the impossible.
Arata (quiet, steady):
Didn't know you would be here too.
Kenny steps forward, dust rising around his boots as the battlefield roars around them.
Kenny:
I'm here to rip your head off.
The ground thuds with another landing beside him.
Twin blades gleam like stars carving through smoke.
A soldier's voice cracks:
Soldier (shaken):
T-That's The Falling Star — Silka.
Bounty… 3,200,000,000 Ryo.
Silka flips her blades with a bored elegance, leaning toward Kenny.
Silka:
Give us your orders, honey.
Kenny smirks.
Arata's eyes narrow—not in anger, but in mock amusement.
Arata:
Brat, are you here trying to play love?
Kenny:
Say that when you're under your grave.
Up high on the walls, Uruma watches everything unfold.
His jaw tightens.
Uruma (thinking):
If they turn against each other…
This battlefield becomes our advantage.
But the Ashveil fleet keeps arriving.
A massive figure drops down, the ground rumbling beneath his feet.
Soldier (voice trembling):
That's… The Cathedral of Bone—Guldren.
Bounty of 2,480,000,000 Ryo.
Guldren closes his eyes in prayer, hands together, voice calm amidst chaos:
Guldren:
May I fall to death today.
Kenny doesn't even look at him.
Kenny:
Oh shut up, stupid monk.
The air shifts.
A shadow, silent and unannounced, appears on the ship's railing—barely a silhouette.
Her gaze locks directly onto Uruma.
Like death choosing its target.
Soldier (eyes wide, whisper fading to fear):
No way…
It's The Breathless Shadow — Ninji Veil.
Bounty… 2,920,000,000 Ryo.
Ninji doesn't speak.
She just looks, and the Supreme Admiral feels something cold run through his spine.
The battlefield pauses.
Just for a heartbeat.
Because giants have arrived.
And every person on that island knows:
The war just changed.