"What a weary life..."
The old man closed his eyes and gave up struggling.
Darkness flashed with scenes of his life.
In his youth he encountered the power of darkness, learning that there existed "Shadow Games," a supernatural reality.
That was before Duel Monsters was rediscovered in the modern age. He and Lyman had studied alchemy from early on, and through it crossed the threshold into the world of Shadow Games.
Shadow Games had in fact always existed in hidden corners of the world since ancient times, only not combined with dueling until Pegasus unearthed the Duel Monsters tablets. In the past, Shadow Games took many forms—cards, chess, all kinds of games, even video games, or simply ad hoc rules invented on the spot.
After Duel Monsters appeared, Shadow Games were basically displaced by duels.
Kagemaru’s life was essentially that of a Shadow Game player.
Countless thoughts and memories flashed by. Every danger, every foe he defeated, every life he saved...
All gone.
Yes—gone. Sealed memories no longer felt like they belonged to him. Looking back felt like he was an onlooker watching someone else’s life.
And that... was fine.
Ironically, as the Sacred Beast’s blow struck him—Uria’s flame engulfing him—Kagemaru felt a strange relief, as if a long, arduous road had finally reached its end.
At last, he could rest.
Soon, the remaining "Shadow Riders" members arrived at the top of the baby-products company building.
Disembarking, they made their way in virtually unopposed. Since Kira’s dramatic arrival, the upper floors were in chaos.
These were all Kagemaru’s subordinates and recognized the Shadow Riders executives—organization officers—so in the confusion no one tried to stop them.
By the time they reached the top floor, it was basically over.
The alloy door had been violently breached; the smell of char and a haze of black smoke drifted from within.
They paused briefly at the entry before Kira strode out.
"It’s done."
The Shadow Riders executives, and the growing cluster of organization members in the building, fell silent.
So that was it?
Their mysterious boss—the founder of the Shadow Riders—just... finished?
But they soon saw for themselves.
The life pod lay toppled, its exterior glass crazed like after a hammer blow. A plume of fluid sprayed from a crack, pooling on the floor.
A withered, gaunt old man lay within, head slumped to the side, motionless—as if asleep.
Asleep forever.
Don Zaloog blurted in surprise, "That—could that be... that guy?"
"The Shadow Riders’ Master. Yes," Kira said.
Not just Don Zaloog—the others looked shocked.
They’d imagined many possibilities for their mysterious leader, but none had pictured a feeble, dying old man.


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