A few minutes ago, in Toki’s group, Toki and Dustin were making their way through the forest when Dustin noticed something. Through the trees, he saw the other team. Since they hadn't seen him but he did, they had a clear advantage as he shushed Toki and showed him.

Toki nodded as he saw them and asked if he could deal with them. Mostly Hana or Jack were the ones fighting while Dustin controlled everything like a good leader, but Toki? He was always standing behind, being late, or being caught. He had done nothing to prove his own value, and despite the smile on his face, it did get to him in the end.

Dustin knew toki just wanted a chance to prove himself as there were only two people he didn't think that toki couldn't do anything. With the element of surprise they had, Dustin sighed, ultimately letting Toki go.

Toki smiled as he prepared to attack. Meanwhile, the two members of the other group had no idea what was coming for them. Suddenly and out of nowhere, everything turned dark around them as if they were in the void. A pillar of light shot down from the sky onto the two, freezing them in their place as Toki drew out his dagger and stabbed both of them in the neck.

Dustin walked out, sighing, as he was going to say, Great work, Toki, but he felt a sharp pain out of nowhere. Breathing became a very hard task as he raised his hand to touch his chest, where the pain came from, only to feel nothing. A whole part of his chest had been missing. He looked down and found a hole in his chest. Toki's smile turned into a horrific expression as he saw Dustin's body with a hole right in front of him.

Through the hole on the other side of Dustin stood two men, one holding a gun that looked more futuristic than it should, and the other sighing. “Finish the other too, dude,” he said in an annoyed tone while the one holding the gun spoke. “It's on recharge.”

For Dustin, the next few seconds felt like hours. He saw his whole life flash before him within seconds, ultimately stopping at Toki in front of him with a horrified face. He felt guilty, kind of knowing he should have been more careful as the leader. As he fell to his knees, Toki finally moved, grabbing him before he hit the ground. His throat was sore. He couldn't speak right now, but Dustin understood that. Dustin didn't blame Toki, and it was not his fault. These were the words he wished he could tell Toki right now. He wishes he could tell him it's not his fault.

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“I am sorry,” Toki said, his voice breaking as tears ran through his eyes. “I am sorry, I didn't mean to; I wanted to be useful. I am sorry, this is all my fault. Toki cried, and Dustin, whose body didn't even have enough energy to speak right now, mustered up all his courage and placed his hand on Toki's back. “It's not your fault.”

Meanwhile, the two other people watched them and almost felt bad. “What's with the melodrama?” the one with the gun said as the other smacked him in the back of the head. “Just finish the other one off as well. I feel bad.” The one with the gun sighed and nodded. “Fine whatever,” he said, aiming his gun at Toki.

Toki was distraught. He was mixed between emotions, torn up among his feelings as he cried and heard the two people talk. Toki was mad.

The guy aimed his gun and toki and fired an explosion when the bullets collided. As the smoke settles down, they see an empty burnt ground but no toki or dustin's body. A bit away, Toki put down Dustin's body, resting against a tree, as he turned to them.

The one with the gun found himself unable to move his own body as the gun fell from his hands onto the ground. Toki pointed his hand at him and lifted it upward as the man started floating. In a rage-filled state, Toki screamed at him. “DIIEEEE!” The sound was so strong it created sonic waves; the man's body was decimated as his blood was sent flying everywhere while his body exploded like a balloon. All the blood then collected in Toki's hand as he formed a sword out of it. His blue eyes turned red as his teeth grew into fangs. It was more or less related to the race Toki ruled over. He was the ruler of the vampire race after all.

"Oh, fuck this shit,” the other guy tried to turn away and run, but Toki was there before him even. Toki stabbed his sword forward and into the guy's heart. But something weird happened. The guy's body was dead, but an afterimage was created right behind him as the image turned into the real body. That was the guy's skill—perfect clones.

The guy cloned himself into 20 or more people, all attacking Toki, but that was rather not a good plan. He used the blood from one to create a spear and throw it at another's head, bursting it like a balloon. He collected the blood from the second clone in his hands to create spiky balls, launching them in every direction as every clone's head was blown off before he could make more.

The whole opposing team was dead, which means they had won by default. But Toki did not like the taste of victory this time, as he held the body of his friend in his arms when he was teleported back.