Kazuichi stood at the edge of Sector 12, the decaying remnants of civilization stretching out before him. The air was thick with the stench of rot, and the distant groans of the undead echoed through the abandoned streets. This place was a graveyard, a forgotten corner of the world where only the dead roamed.
But to Kazuichi, it was also a proving ground.
His breath came out in slow, steady puffs, each exhale condensing in the chill morning air. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythmic beat that matched the pulse of energy coursing through his veins. He could feel it—the power that lay dormant within him, the power he had struggled to control since that day in the lab.
And now, it was time to test it.