Scarlet Tears- Primal

Rain poured over the scorched ruins of the city, steam rising from fractured earth where the aftermath of Twilight Severance had torn reality itself. Cracks in the sky glimmered faintly with residual Imaginary Essence. The world, it seemed, had held its breath during Kazimir's wrath—and now, it exhaled in fury.

Kazimir stood in the storm's heart, his navy-abyssal hair damp and clinging to his face, glowing marks still pulsing softly across his pale skin. His nodachi, Twilight Deliverance, rested at his side—still bound by voidfire chains, though they threatened to break again with a single breath.

He stared at the place where Tojo and Xavier once stood.

But nothing remained.

Not a trace. No body. No soul. Nothing but silence and a void-marked crater.

Kazimir lowered his head. A rare sorrow took his voice.

"Tojo… Xavier… your souls can now finally rest in peace.""The Astral Legion used you as weapons—betrayed your oaths. But I won't allow that to happen again.""Rest well, my brothers."

The rain intensified as if mourning with him. He tilted his head upward to the sky, eyes heavy. Behind him, the ruins whispered—crumbling, drenched, and broken.

Yet the silence did not last.

Survivors emerged from the shadows of ruined buildings, their fear mutating into anger.

"He destroyed our home!""Look at his skin—is he even human?""You monster!""You should've died instead!"

Their fury ignited. Protests rose, like a wave collapsing over Kazimir. They threw bottles, debris, stones—all of which shattered against the air inches from his skin, distorted by his Multi-Dimensional Barrier.

He didn't flinch.

Not once.

He just stood there, alone in the rain, and listened. These were the same people he bled for. The same ones he fought to protect.

And now?

Now they spat on his name.

Monologue (Kazimir):

"So that's it, huh...?"

"All this time… I thought I was fighting for them."

"Holding back. Protecting. Thinking maybe, just maybe, I could be more than a weapon."

"But I see it now."

"The moment they saw something they couldn't understand… they turned on me."

"I went from being Humanity's Answer to Humanity's Mistake in seconds."

"So what was the point?"

More shouting. More venom. More hate.

And then—

A single, sharp voice split through the downpour like divine wrath.

"KNEEL!"

Power—absolute—swept over the survivors like a divine command. Flames that were not of this world surged, and one by one, the angry mob fell to their knees, gasping for air under invisible weight.

At the epicenter stood Riah, clad in her Pyre of the Origin form.

 Her glowing white hair danced in the wind. Eyes like blazing stars stared down the crowd with holy disgust.

"You ungrateful worms," she hissed. "So what if he's Nebula's disciple?"

"He rebelled against her. He stood alone. Bleeding and burning just so you could sleep peacefully."

"You chant 'Humanity's Answer,' but what did you ever give back?!"

"Kazimir created legends. Saved countries. Faced gods. Inspired heroes. But you? You mock the hand that lifted you from extinction."

Her voice echoed through the broken city—and across the world. The broadcast, miraculously reactivated, now aired her fury live. Every nation. Every screen.

Within the Prismic Gathering, within embassies and bunkers, in temples and taverns—all eyes watched.

Jessie, Neve, Lihanna, Tyrone, Kamaki, Felicia—all stood frozen in awe of Riah's roar.

"He's barely 20. And he carries the weight of existence like a crown of thorns," Riah shouted. "And all you see… is what makes you afraid."

And then, the storm quieted.

Kazimir walked toward her slowly, still silent.

Riah's pyre of divine fire softened as he approached, though her fury remained. Her white eyes flickered with restraint as he stopped in front of her.

"It's alright," Kazimir said, his voice tired. "Don't waste your breath. Undo your command."

"Let them scream. I've had enough for the day. Let's go home."

Riah blinked, her lips parting as if to protest.

But she saw the heaviness in his eyes—the unspoken pain of betrayal, and the quiet ache of exhaustion.

She nodded. "Alright."

A flash of Dimensional Leap consumed them both, followed by Neve's own spell circle as she teleported the rest of the team. They vanished from the world stage, leaving behind a scarred, stunned city.

And in the stillness of the ruined square, where a divine judgment had once fallen, the survivors finally understood:

They hadn't just seen Kazimir's wrath.

They had witnessed the moment a savior gave up on being a hero.