Mister End moved like a shadow, his boots landing soundlessly on each rooftop, the thick mist curling around him. The cold air bit at his skin, but he didn't slow, didn't falter. His eyes locked onto a figure ahead—Sarah.
Without hesitation, his claws flashed, slicing clean through her form. A sharp shatter rang out. Glass shards scattered, catching the dim light as her false image crumbled at his feet.
"Tch." He clicked his tongue, irritation flickering in his eyes.
Then—fingers. Soft, slender, yet unyielding, coiling around his throat. A sharp pressure. His breath hitched as her grip tightened, delicate yet merciless. A thin line of blood trickled where her nails dug in.
Mister End's mind raced, but his body lagged behind. Her grip held firm, suffocating, and for the first time, his movements felt sluggish, uncertain. With a sharp growl, he shoved backward, pulling her with him.
The wind howled as they plummeted, the ground rushing up from eighty meters below. Yet, neither panicked. Claws slashed, fingers curled into fists, each strike missing by a breath.
Sarah moved effortlessly, weaving through his attacks like a specter. Her face remained still, untouched by frustration or amusement—only quiet fascination as she watched him struggle, his claws never once grazing her skin.
"You really are interesting, Jin."
"Never call me that!" Sarah twisted in the air, her movements fluid, effortless. With a sudden shift, she seized Mister End's body and drove him downward with a crushing force.
The wind roared past as he barely had time to brace. Then—impact.
The ground split apart beneath him, debris exploding outward as a deep crater formed at the point of collision. Dust and shattered stone filled the air, cracks webbing out from the center where Mister End lay, half-buried in rubble. The world seemed to hold still for a moment, the force of the blow settling, before the dust slowly began to clear.
Sarah raised her hand, fingers barely curling, and the air itself responded. A crushing force, unseen yet undeniable, pressed downward in an instant. The crater deepened violently, the earth groaning as it caved into a gaping hole. The sheer weight—an invisible force a million tons heavy—drove everything lower, burying Mister End further beneath shifting stone and dust.
He tried to move, to push himself up, but his limbs wouldn't obey. His body, usually quick to restore itself, felt sluggish. Something was wrong. His fingertips twitched, and in the dim light, he caught sight of his own hand—flesh flaking, darkening, decaying by the second.
"What is this... Tell me..." Mister End's body trembled as he let out a harsh, ragged cough. Blood splattered from his mouth, thick and dark, dripping onto the fractured stone beneath him. His breathing was uneven, each inhale dragging through his lungs like shattered glass.
Above him, Sarah floated effortlessly, untouched by the destruction below. Her clothes shifted with the air, the slightest movement revealing glimpses of her undergarments—not that she paid it any mind. Her gaze remained fixed on him, her expression unreadable, neither mocking nor merciful.
With a soft sigh, she finally spoke, her voice smooth, carrying an eerie calm as if explaining something inevitable.
"Accept defeat Mister End, or should I call you Jin again." The weight bore down on him, unrelenting, an invisible hammer driving him deeper into the shattered earth. Every inch of his body screamed, muscles straining, bones grinding under the force. He couldn't move—couldn't even twitch a finger.
It was like being pounded into the ground, each second pressing harder, the crushing force building, gaining a steady rhythm, as if ensuring nothing remained but dust. His breath came in ragged gasps, his vision darkening at the edges. There was no space to fight, no room to escape—only the suffocating certainty that this pressure would grind him into nothing.
"FINE!!!" Sarah lets go of him. His tattered robe clung to him, heavy with dust and blood, the once-pristine suit beneath now stained and torn. The weight crushing down on him left no room for pride, no chance for resistance. His body refused to move, every attempt met with searing pain and suffocating pressure.
For the first time, his fingers curled not into a fist, but in surrender. His breath came shallow, his vision blurred, and though his teeth clenched in defiance, the truth settled in.
He had no choice.
Mister End exhaled slowly, the fight slipping from his grasp. Defeat was the only thing left.
"I'm happy we could have a decent dinner soon, make sure you don't disappoint me Jin." The air shifted, and without a sound, Sarah was gone. No trace, no lingering presence—just the crushing emptiness where she once stood.
Mister End exhaled sharply, forcing himself to move. Every muscle protested, his limbs sluggish and aching, but he had no time to dwell on pain. His fingers brushed against his neck, feeling the cold, unyielding metal of the collar. A brutal reminder.
Seven million volts. Three seconds. His heart would seize before he could even scream.
Tiresome as it was, there was no choice. He dragged himself up, stumbling, forcing his battered body forward. He had to return to his cell—before the collar decided his fate for him.
For some reason, no one can identify a much higher threat than Mister End, which ended him at his lowest health points.