Darkin opens his eyes and smiles slightly after realizing he’s alive — and that, somehow, he managed to defeat Zralky, the creature no one believed he could overcome.
Suddenly, he hears the sound of someone crying — a female, familiar voice. As he tries to turn toward it, he feels something strange and painful around his wrists. That’s when he realizes he’s tied up. Within seconds, he manages to locate the source of the voice — and to his surprise, it’s his wife.
"Love..." he says, though he feels exhausted, as if he’d traveled unimaginable distances in mere moments.
The woman keeps crying, then looks deep into the former president’s eyes. Darkin feels a sharp pain in his wrists — a pain that seems unnatural to him.
"I... ruined everything. But always know that I love you with all that I am..." Darkin says, while the woman keeps staring at him with vehemence.
She says nothing. She only brings her right index finger to her lips and makes a gentle sound.
"Shhh..."
Darkin suddenly hears the roar of a crowd, voices shouting words he cannot make out. When his consciousness fully returns, he realizes he’s standing before a furious crowd, their eyes filled with burning hatred.
"And here he is — the cause of all the chaos that’s taken over our country just as we were about to reach independence," a black man with an enraged face declares to the crowd, while Darkin stands naked on a raised platform.
"We want his head! We want his head!!" the crowd chants relentlessly, hungry for justice.
Darkin is hanging 50 meters above the ground, with a massive screen displaying his image. Now, the memories come rushing back — how he escaped the claws of Zralky, who had been seconds away from ending his life.
He sees the memories as if they were tangible.
When Zralky fell alongside him, it never rose again, only writhed in agony until its body began to liquefy on the ground. Those who witnessed the scene were so stunned that they started calling Darkin “Zvrody,” though he was not.
Afterward, another group arrived, found him still weak, and captured him to satisfy their hatred.
They left Lorfy behind, as the machine had run out of energy and could no longer function.
"I'm screwed," Darkin murmurs.
High up, the man feels his wrists burning with pain and a splitting headache. His body is marked with wounds, cuts, blood still seeping from his veins, sweat trickling down his face. He feels on the brink of death for everything he’s done.
The only possible way out is to contact Lorfy — but the noise of the furious crowd makes it impossible. Yet, Darkin remembers that his car was left at the site where he faced Zralky, the battle that earned him the name Zvrody and led to his capture and now public execution.
"Moamba was never the same after Mr. Darkin Punkson decided to travel to planet Zraldonkoy, land of the cursed creatures. For thousands of lives lost, this man deserves the highest penalty — he deserves death," the man says, staring at Darkin, who agonizes in chains that are slowly slicing into his wrists.
Darkin struggles not to scream, but the pain is unbearable. He finds himself thinking of his brother Ashlem, who, sadly, isn’t there to help him out of this impossible situation.
Suddenly, his skin turns green, only to quickly return to normal. The crowd watches in awe — and in that moment, the first thought that crosses their minds is that Darkin must be some kind of entity.
The people of Moamba have always believed in the supernatural, and even though the years have passed and times have changed, many still cling to old beliefs long abandoned elsewhere in Africa.
Darkin’s eyes glow faintly red, though not enough for the crowd to notice. They watch him with a satisfied anticipation, savoring the thought of vengeance they call justice.
Once again, Punkson sees his wife — but this time, his daughter is beside her, smiling and holding a rusty key in her hand. Darkin doesn’t realize it, but he’s hallucinating, and in that moment, he feels no pain at all.
Beneath him, a conveyor belt lined with upward-pointing metal spikes awaits the ex-president’s fall.
"I can’t die before I find you..." Darkin murmurs, looking into his daughter’s eyes as she slowly fades away.
He feels his wrists slipping, his hands about to detach — but deep inside, he knows he can’t die before reuniting with his family.
"Today is the day we finally deliver the justice we’ve long desired. The Zvrody of Moamba’s lands has been brought to us — the man responsible for all the suffering in a nation that was finally beginning to heal," the man declares in the name of the people, thirsty for justice.
Darkin begins to scream with all the strength left in his lungs, the searing pain punishing him with every second, while the furious crowd roars in response.
"You may speak your final words," the man proclaims, representing the entire country of Moamba.
Darkin can no longer feel his arms, and the pain spreads through his entire body. And then he decides...