They said the Great Cataclysm was just a myth—something burned into history a thousand years ago.
But Kai remembered it. Not as legend. As memory.
He had been there when it all collapsed. A White-Clad, sworn to follow the Evangelist… until the flames revealed the truth. He turned against them too late—tried to stop the world from ending and failed.
He shouldn't remember. Shouldn't even be alive.
But when the bug turned that trespasser into an Infernal right before his eyes, something inside Kai snapped awake. Adolla surged back into him like a flood. Visions. Fire. The starless sky splitting open.
His right eye changed—corrupted. From deep crimson to glowing green, a clover-shaped pupil marking it like a curse.
With nothing but a dented golf club, he fought the Infernal. And when it was over, he collapsed outside the shed, smoke curling from his skin, the smell of ash thick in the air.
The Cataclysm wasn't over.
It was starting again.