The Tower of Eternity collapsed around Kaito, the once mighty spire disintegrating into dust as the fabric of the world was repaired. He fell from the summit, but instead of plummeting to his death, he floated gently to the ground, his godly powers no longer his own. His body was weak now, human.

As his feet touched the earth, Kaito looked at his hands. They no longer glowed with the dark energy that had once consumed him, and for the first time in years, he felt small. The silence that followed the tower’s collapse was deafening, and the weight of his decisions pressed down on him like a crushing wave.

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The world was healing, yes, but Kaito had to face the harsh reality of his own existence. No longer a god, no longer the strongest being in the world—he was just a man once more.

He stood there for a long time, staring into the sky, as the remnants of the tower’s magic faded away. He felt a strange emptiness inside, not the hunger for power he had known before, but a deep, hollow sense of loss. He had given everything for strength, and now, he had nothing left.