Vivian pushed the sword deeper without stopping.
"Genesis Heart: Strings of Fate…" he muttered softly.
The blade sank further into the clown's stomach, steady and precise. There was no hesitation in his movement.
"Guh—!"
The clown spat out blood, yet a grin still spread across his face.
His teeth were stained red, but his eyes still carried that same strange madness.
"So… this is your Genesis Heart… huh?" he said, forcing the words out through pain.
Vivian stood behind him, his grip firm.
"Yes," he replied. "This is the Genesis Heart I spent seven years to understand."
There was no pride in his voice. No excitement. Only calm.
A short silence followed.
"But… why didn't you kill me when you had the chance?" Vivian asked.
The question was simple, but it carried weight.
"Kekeke…"
The clown let out a weak laugh as his hand slowly touched the blade. Blood slid down his fingers as he traced its edge.
"There was no reason… to kill you…" he said quietly.
"Haa…"
