Ah, he was finally dead. Took long enough. That bastard in the hat hadn't held back, had he? The man had sliced him, diced him, and then dared to make him self-destruct. Overkill much? Honestly, he should've just let them drag him to the Emperor's court. At least he'd have died sitting down. But no, he had to go full "the heavens rage for me" on them.
Exactly like in his dreams. Every. Damn. Detail.
Well, almost. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much. Being skewered and struck by lightning wasn't as quick or painless as one might think. Zero stars. I would not recommend it.
But hey, on the bright side, he was dead. Finally. No more coughing up blood or waking up to see Yujie staring at him like he was a porcelain vase about to shatter. No more strange dreams about the future that never did him any good anyway. And no more—wait. Where was he?
Oh. Oh, no. Not this. Not again.
