“I don’t fight for justice,” V murmured, watching the city burn below. “I fight because I lack.”
The first Caina lunged. Nero didn’t dodge. He leapt —forty feet straight up, caromed off a broken overpass, and came down heel-first. The kick didn’t just crush the demon. It shattered it into polygons of fading light, a digital death.
He laughed. It was giddy, unhinged. “Dante’s gonna lose his mind.” Dante, meanwhile, had his own problem. A new mod. “KAMEN RIDER: KUUGA – MIGHTY FORM.”
“Taka! Tora! Batta!” he recited, his voice a dry whisper. He slotted them. The belt howled.
By the time he met Nero at the base of the Qliphoth, both were barely recognizable. Nero’s Rising Hopper armor had scorch marks; Dante’s Kuuga stone was flickering between colors.
Then his true demon arm erupted from his right shoulder—scaled, burning, alive .