The end according to Miko

On the rooftop, Kana stood at the edge. Her eyes were hollow stars. Shadows spiraled at her feet, alive and whispering. The world bent around her like it couldn’t bear her presence.

And yet—
Miko stepped forward, barefoot. His uniform was torn. Blood flecked his hands.
But his expression was serene, even loving.

“ Kana,” 

he said, voice like a lullaby heard through static. 

“ You’ve kept them in a beautiful cage. ”

Her head tilted, curious. 

“ And you want to free them? ”

“ No,” 

Miko replied softly. 

“ I want to give them a prettier one. ”

Kana’s shadows lunged forward — claws of memory and pain. But Miko didn’t flinch. He walked through them. They bent around him, unsure.

“ You talk like you understand, ” 

she hissed.

“ I do understand, ” 

Miko whispered.

'' You made a world they feared. I’ll make one they love. But neither of us are giving them the truth. ”

He raised his hand slowly — not casting a spell, not invoking a name. Just reaching.

“ Kana. You are just a mirror. And they’ve stopped looking. ”

Her power flickered. The rooftop cracked.

Miko stepped closer.

“ I’m not saving them from you. I’m saving them from doubt. ”

And then he touched her.

Not violently. Not with hate.

Just a push.

A single, graceful motion — like tipping over a statue too long worshiped.

Kana fell.

No scream. Just silence. Then a distant, sickening thud.

Miko stood over the edge, hair drifting in the wind.

Below, students gasped and gathered.

Behind him, the rooftop was quiet again. Clean.

He looked down, eyes soft with a kind of mourning that didn’t belong to grief — only necessity.

In his mind, a voice echoed:

Now they’ll believe in me. Because they have no one else to believe in.

The rooftop door burst open with a metallic clang.

Takamura and Sena stumbled through, bruised, panting — the last of the guards finally downed below.

Their eyes scanned the scene.

The shattered concrete. The faint burn-marks on the ground.
The silence.

And Miko, standing near the edge, unmoving, eyes cast downward.

Sena stepped forward, cautious. “…Where’s Kana?”

Miko turned slowly.

He smiled.

Not wide. Not wicked.

Just… serene.

“ She’s gone, ” 

he said. “ The story’s over. ”

Takamura walked to the edge, heart hammering. He looked down.

There — on the cracked pavement of the courtyard — a dark figure lay motionless, arms twisted, hair spread like ink.

“ …You killed her, ” Takamura breathed.

Miko tilted his head. “ She was already dead. I just helped the world catch up. ”

Sena’s hands clenched. “ What did you do, Miko? ”

His eyes flicked to her, soft as candlelight. “ I removed the lie. And now the world is free. ”

Takamura turned on him. “ You threw her off the roof! ”

“ She wanted to be seen as divine, ” 

Miko said. “ So I gave her a martyr’s death. Now everyone below is writing the story in their minds. And in every version—I save them. ”

He took a step toward them.

“ You think that’s evil? ” he asked, voice gentle, like he was speaking to frightened children. 

“ No. That’s faith. ”

Sena’s breath caught. “ You sound like her. ”

“ No,” 

Miko said, smiling. “ She ruled through fear. ”

He placed a hand on his own chest.

“ I’ll rule through love. ”

But Takamura’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak.

He just watched.

Because something in Miko’s voice had changed—
not the tone, but the texture.

Like the sound of truth being replaced by something easier to believe.

The world didn’t fall in fire. It fell in silence.

They called it the “ Third Dawn ”  the moment when all screens turned to static. Networks gone. Leaders vanished. Satellites fell like snow.

Miko stood in the center of the ruined city, barefoot on concrete. The buildings around him were empty shells, like bones chewed clean.

Behind him, his followers watched  not soldiers, not disciples. Just people. Eyes hollow, but smiling.

Takamura and Sena stood apart, the last who still remembered what things used to mean.

“ Miko, ” Takamura said, voice dry, throat raw. “ This isn’t salvation. ”

Miko turned slowly. His eyes were too calm.

“ No, ” he said. “ It’s mercy. ”

He lifted a hand.

The sky cracked.

Not thunder  code. The seams of reality pulled apart like threads. Lights blinked out across the horizon. Rivers reversed. Time slowed.

“ I gave them hope, ” Miko whispered. “ But hope is just another kind of lie. And I’m tired of lying. ”

Sena stepped forward. “You said you wanted to rebuild.”

“ I did. ” His smile widened  serene, holy, wrong. “ But first I must unmake. ”

The earth trembled beneath them.

All over the world, people saw his face in their minds. Heard his voice in their dreams.

“ This world is a book written in blood. I will close it. ”

Takamura rushed at him  too late.

Miko lifted his arms to the sky, as if embracing the universe.

And it answered.

The clouds split.

Light spilled down  not warm, not divine.
White like the erasure of everything.

As the world began to collapse, Sena cried out, “ Why?! ”

And Miko, eyes shimmering with something almost like peace, said:

“ Because nothing is more beautiful… than the last page. ”

And idk what happens next?