"Transform!!"
The girl's shout pierced the clouds.
A pillar of dark golden light erupted from the ground, brutally tearing through the atmosphere.
Its energy fluctuations were more violent than even the magical energy of the Age of Gods, carrying an arrogance that crushed every law of physics.
The enormous phantom of a clock took shape in midair, then began to spin...
Kenneth watched the figure being remade within the pillar of light. His lips twitched into a smile.
He had tossed Kamen Rider Zi-O's watch to Fujimaru Ritsuka for more than just giving her the equipment for a Rider Kick.
The watch's true core function was to store history...
Within the Kamen Rider universe, it was the ultimate vessel capable of recording and governing all information across space and time.
Whether it was the laws of a Lostbelt or the foundation of Pan-Human History, once that thing started running, it could forcibly engrave the surrounding timelines into its gears.
This was the last hope he had left for this world...
The Photoid had already spread to his neck.
"I'll leave the rest to you..."
He closed his eyes, allowing the last trace of his consciousness to be swept into darkness.
Ding—
The crisp sound of brass striking rang in his ears.
Kenneth's eyes snapped open, reflecting the office he had left behind.
The air was thick with the smell of tobacco, mingled with a faint fermented aroma of aged whiskey.
Only a few minutes had passed on the clock on the wall...
Kenneth leaned back against the sofa and rubbed his temples.
This was no time to rest.
He had to figure out what madness had possessed Marisbury Animusphere, the Lord of the Department of Astromancy.
If it were Waver Velvet, he would probably work backward from the motive to