Hametsu No Ganbou Daiisshou -

He stood before it, watching his own reflection splinter — not into fragments of glass, but into memories. Each shard held a failure: a word unsaid, a hand unclenched, a city he had watched burn from a safe distance. And yet, he smiled.

“Is this what you wanted?” the mirror whispered. Hametsu no Ganbou Daiisshou

No answer came. Only the sound of his own heartbeat, syncing with the slow collapse of the floor beneath him. He stood before it, watching his own reflection

The first crack appeared not in the sky, but in the mirror. He stood before it

If ruin was the answer, then he would become the question.

This was not madness. This was purpose.