The street was not a street. Everything around him was a heavy violet, like an old wound still bleeding. The wind was cold. The ground was ash. The sky was a broken ceiling.
Joceka walked. His steps were heavy. Each step took him to a different place.
Then he saw a monster. Its body was black smoke, its eyes red.
Abathy.
He approached. Touched the smoke. And suddenly a scene exploded before him: Haru fighting Abathy. The fierce battle. Haru using all his strength. Then he slept, disappeared, appeared behind Abathy and struck.
The scene ended. Abathy disappeared.
Joceka whispered: "Abathy was... a memory."
He walked. Another monster. The fleeing monster. He touched it. Another scene: Haru running after it, realizing it was his fear, accepting it.
He walked. Monster after monster. Every monster Haru had killed or understood or saved. Each one showed him a scene from Haru's journey.
Joceka stopped in the middle of the road, his heart aching.
"Every monster... every monster was someone Haru helped. And I was with him for some. And I was... I was the reason he disappeared."
He raised his eyes.
Ahead, a few steps away, was something. Something big. Something powerful.
The Knight.
The same Knight Haru had imagined in Season 2. The shining armor, the long sword, the imposing size.
The Knight stood silent.
"You... you're Haru's Knight," Joceka said in a broken voice.
The Knight didn't reply. Only raised his sword.
He attacked with terrifying speed. Joceka barely dodged. The sword cut his arm. He fell. Got up. Struck. The Knight was stronger. The sword cut his leg. He fell again. This time he couldn't get up.
The Knight stood over him, sword pointed at his throat.
"Why?" Joceka screamed. "Why are you doing this to me?"
The Knight looked at him. And for the first time, he spoke. His voice was deep, like distant thunder.
"You wished him gone."
Joceka's heart stopped.
"You left him alone."
His eyes widened.
"During the battle with Abathy, he was alone. Where were you?"
Joceka opened his mouth to speak. Found no voice.
"You wished him to disappear. So he disappeared."
The Knight lowered his sword slightly. "I was created to protect him. To be by his side when no one else was. You were supposed to be by his side. You betrayed that trust."
Joceka fell to the ground, holding his face. Tears fell.
"I... I didn't mean to... I was tired... I..."
The Knight looked at him. His voice became less harsh.
"Regret is not enough. You must understand. You must feel."
The Knight turned his back and walked away.
Joceka remained on the ground, crying. But he didn't know that worse was yet to come. The Knight was not his true enemy. The chair was waiting for him.
Suddenly, the ground vanished beneath his feet. He fell into bottomless darkness. And a voice said: "Now... sit."