Rain drenched Fuuto's night sky. Shotaro's fists felt especially heavy, but he kept moving.
His fist smashed through a bat monster that lunged at him. Black bodily fluids splashed out, mingling with the rain and leaving a disgusting stain on the ground.
His breathing grew ragged. Even with Joker's power, combat on this scale had begun to exhaust him.
Sudo Kirihiko could no longer even use his acceleration ability. He could barely swing his longsword to fend off the enemy.
Ryu Terui's [Accel] Memory had already overloaded. The high-speed friction in the air around him gave off a scorched smell, yet he fought on like a tireless machine, slicing Gurongi to pieces with his [Engine] Blade.
Even so, none of them retreated.
Because they were the only ones who could still fight—
But against this endless flood of monsters, they were like three reefs battered by the tide, liable to be swallowed completely at any moment.
Fear had long since seized the people around them. They huddled behind shop shutters, hid beneath abandoned buses, or simply collapsed on the slick asphalt, letting out meaningless moans.
Rain washed over their faces, indistinguishable from their tears.
Despair coiled like vines around every heart, making even breathing difficult.
Yet just as a Gurongi's claws sent Shotaro flying into a lamppost with a heavy crash and a pained grunt, a faint but resolute voice tore through the rainy night's silence.
"—Keep fighting!"
The voice came from a child hiding in a damaged phone booth, clutching a filthy Kamen Rider W
doll as he shouted to Shotaro.
"Kamen Rider W!!"
That cry was like a spark falling into a barrel of black powder.
It ignited something that fear had suppressed for far too long.
"Kamen Rider!!"
"Please! Kamen Rider!!"
More voices joined together, rising from