Above the ten-thousand-meter-high sky, Kaido had been completely driven into a desperate situation.
Garen and Dragon stood suspended in the air before Kaido. Sabo, Betty, Karasu, Lindbergh, and the other Revolutionary Army officers hovered atop a flock of black crows. Zephyr, Enel, and the other Demacia officers stood aboard the airships.
Farther away, the CP0 agents who had turned from darkness to light, along with prisoners such as Evil King and Catalina led by Golden Lion, relied on floating ships to firmly block Kaido's escape route.
From afar, the formation looked like a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals besieging Flower-Fruit Mountain.
But Kaido was no Sun Wukong. He did not even have a bunch of monkey minions at his side to make up the numbers.
"Garen."
"Garen!"
Kaido stared fixedly at the man before him, the man who had destroyed the empire he had built over countless years, knocked him down from his pedestal, and ruthlessly driven him into a dead end. An indescribably complicated emotion rose within him.
He was despairing, enraged, pained, and frenzied, like a mad dog cornered with a wooden stick.
"What?"
"Do you have any last words for me?"
Garen stared at Kaido's glowing crimson eyes, his expression terrifyingly grim.
Kaido was not intimidated by Garen's bearing.
When there had still been a sliver of hope earlier, Kaido had thought only of fleeing, of using every means at his disposal to survive.
Yet now, in this hopeless dead end, the trace of fear in Kaido's heart had instead vanished completely.
As a mighty figure who dominated one side of the New World and aspired to conquer the seas, Kaido cherished his life in peril, but could also face his own death frankly in utter desperation.
He had forgotten fear. All that remained was boundless