A twisted grin played on Haru's lips, though his expression was not his own. Shadows coiled faintly around him as a cold voice echoed only within:
"So many… I smell them—others who resist corruption."
"A flicker here. A spark there. But none like him..."
"Katakuichi."
He leaned forward slightly, as though to taste the name.
"Your incorruptibility may no longer be unique…"
"But it is vast. It is pure. And it is growing."
A brief vision surged through Haru's mind—a future of devastation. Katakuichi, with eyes black as dusk, power spiraling around him like a hurricane, stood atop a mountain of ash. Not as a pawn… but as a god.
"Alone, you will be unmatched."
"With me…"
"We will become the strongest force to ever walk this shattered earth."
"Together—we will not just burn the world…"
"We will unmake it."
Chernobog's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he spoke, his voice low and resolute.
"Katakucihi is destined to become the strongest Shadow Style user the world has ever seen. That is why I place my faith in him above all else. Together—his unparalleled strength and my own—there is nothing we cannot burn to ash. The world will tremble at our feet, and from the flames, a new order will rise."