It was all his fault.

All those bodies that lay lifeless on the ground was because of him.

Their blood covered his entire being. It dripped from the once pristine Miburi, marring its iridescent colors with crimson and making it lackluster.

Even his mother was not spared from harm's way.

It was as if he just snapped. All that talk of pacifism just a ruse to create a false sense of security. The cold look in his blue eyes meant that it wasn't over.

Those residing in the Garden were next.