Since Biscuit’s death, Mikazuki had grown colder, retreating further into himself. He rarely spoke to anyone outside of Orga, spending most of his time in silence. On the battlefield, though, the change was unmistakable—he fought with a harsher edge, driving Barbatos to its breaking point every time.
“Orga… you told me to fight for our future. But how much of us will be left to see it?” he asked quietly, gaze lifting to meet his leader’s. His voice stayed calm, almost detached, yet something unspoken lingered beneath the monotone.