Keith lays motionless on the ground, the wreckage of the building surrounding him. Every breath he took felt like a struggle, his body aching from the relentless beating Shiro had inflicted upon him. His mind swirled in a fog of pain, barely able to process what had just happened.
Shiro, standing over him, stared down with a look of disappointment etched across his face. His expression was cold, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and indifference, as if he had been expecting something more.
"Once again," Shiro muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly, "my weak excuse for a brother lets me down in every way possible."
Without another glance, Shiro turned on his heel and began walking away. In a blur, he teleported from the scene, reappearing at the grand entrance of Arcadia. The towering structure loomed before him, its gleaming spires reaching into the sky.
Shiro stood there, taking in the sight with a confident smile. He stretched his arms out wide, looking up at the imposing building that symbolized power and control.
"Hey Arcadia," he said, his voice filled with mock triumph. "Daddy's home."
His grin widened as he gazed at the building, ready to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.
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Shiro pushed through the massive double doors of Arcadia, entering the building with the authority of someone who belonged there. The staff inside froze at the sight of him, their conversations halting as they looked in stunned silence.
A few guards, unaware of who Shiro was, quickly raised their energy rifles. One of them shouted, "Halt! Identify yourself!"
Shiro didn't break his stride, his expression turning from amused to irritated. Without a word, he continued his approach, his footsteps echoing in the grand hall.
The guards, in a panic, opened fire. Pulses of blue energy shot toward Shiro, but as they made contact, the energy rounds simply dissipated on his skin, bouncing off as if they were nothing more than raindrops. Shiro barely acknowledged the futile assault, brushing off the attacks as if they were an annoyance.
His voice, laced with irritation, cut through the silence. "Is this how you welcome your leader? Disrespectful and foolish."
With a swift, almost casual motion, Shiro disarmed the guards, pulling their weapons from their hands with ease. The rifles crumbled in his grasp, reduced to nothing but twisted metal and debris.
The guards, realizing the sheer futility of their actions, turned to run. Fear was etched on their faces as they bolted toward the exit, but Shiro's patience had run thin.
His eyes began to glow an eerie blue as he activated his power—the Null Gaze.
The effect was immediate. The guards collapsed to the ground, their bodies convulsing as if the very energy had been ripped from them. One by one, they dropped, helpless to the overwhelming force of Shiro's ability. He watched them fall, a sick grin spreading across his face as he basked in the chaos.
Laughter bubbled from his throat, a twisted sound that echoed through the halls of Arcadia. "Yes! That's right. Fall before me. This is my beautiful massacre."
Shiro took a deep breath, savoring the moment, his eyes scanning the lifeless bodies at his feet. "This is just the beginning," he whispered to himself.
He turned his attention toward the heart of Arcadia.
"Soon, they'll all remember who I am."