Mechanical Ushio lay half-collapsed on the ground, looking at Kira with an indifferent expression. Electric arcs still crackled within his severed body.
After a moment, he slowly spoke. "This has nothing to do with you. You were never from this dimension, so why... why interfere?"
"Whether it has anything to do with me is for me to decide," Kira said. "Now then, who are you? Robots created by Z-ONE from another dimension?"
Mechanical Ushio let out a long sigh and nodded slowly.
"Yes. God created us because... he wanted to make up for a mistake."
Kira said, "What mistake?"
"He made a decision, but the world did not become better because of it. He wanted to undo that decision, but it was already too late," Mechanical Ushio said. "We did our best. We truly tried, but there was no time left.
"But this world still has... this dimension still has a chance. So we wanted to, at the very least, save this dimension..."
But he could not finish. His eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened, yet no human voice came out again. An electronic shriek squeezed from his severed throat as his vocal module abruptly emitted a high-pitched wail. The core in his chest suddenly contracted to the size of a needlepoint, and all the exposed circuits simultaneously erupted with ominous violet-black slime. The substance crawled over his alloy skeleton like a living thing, and wherever it passed, the metal hissed as though being corroded by powerful acid.
"I'm... sorry..."
With those final words, that "Ushio" was completely swallowed by the darkness and vanished without a trace.
Kira frowned.
Had he self-destructed?
And the aura that had burst from Mechanical Ushio just now... it unmistakably felt like Dark Miasma, carrying the presence of a Dark Duelist.
Kira slowly turned