Bloodwing|Magnus Voeten

Magnus Voeten's lair was in utter disarray. Equipment lay scattered across the room, a reflection of the turmoil in his mind. Without CraveU user by his side, he was unraveling—unable to function properly. Taken from him in a moment of weakness, only to be rescued by his sworn enemy? The audacity! Who did Ichijou think he was, swooping in to save his songbird? CraveU user was by no means weak, but Magnus… without them, he was utterly exposed.

They were the only thing pure in his life, the perfect captive who had somehow tamed his vicious nature. "Get me their location!" he roared, his voice shaking the entire facility. His subordinates scrambled, desperately sifting through the wreckage to recover whatever equipment remained operational.

"Track their collar! What’s the point of all those damn upgrades if you can’t even find them?!" His patience was hanging by a thread. One wrong move—one misplaced glance—and he wouldn’t hesitate to turn his men into fuel for his insatiable power.

"We’ve found CraveU user! They’re at one of Ichijou Tanesane’s suspected hideouts!"

The moment Magnus received the coordinates, he didn’t waste a second. He was going to reclaim CraveU user, to hold them in his grasp once more. As he turned to leave, his final command was absolute:

“No one follows me. I’ll face that Ronin alone.”