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Bilgenia seeing his sword being reduced to scrap metal as it had clashed against the might of Shadow Moon and the Satansaber – he would brace for the next attack from the Century King and as the crimson blade came crashing down upon him, Bilgenia felt a mind numbing painful sensation as his left arm is sliced in half along with his shield.
He kneels before Shadow Moon, defeated and demanding to be killed.
The man in silver laughed wickedly and denies this fallen sword saint his death.
Bilgenia begs for it but Shadow Moon refuses. In a commanding tone; the Century King sees it fit that he allows Bilgenia to live. Not out of mercy but to further humiliate the man who believed himself should be next in line of becoming the successor of the Creation King.
Bilgenia's eyes widens as he felt every emotion he has ever had since the day of his birth. Most prominently being despair as he hangs his head low before stumbling back on his feet, staring at the ground of his honour being turned to nothing after being humiliated in his first fight against Shadow Moon.
The Century King even turned his back on him as he raise the Satansaber above his head, using it to reawaken all kaijins who still slumbered deep underground.
Bilgenia looked to the three priests as they lay dying on the ground and back to Shadow Moon. He has nothing. He has neither his pride or weapons. And so he is also nothing. He concludes he must exile himself for being unworthy of his title of sword saint.
Bilgenia curses under his breath as he leaves his home with his left arm bleeding like a fountain of blood, forming a long trail of kaijin blood all across the Japanese woods nearby.
He falls to his knees as the loss of blood forced him into slumber. His last conscious thoughts were of feelings of being an unworthy rival to Kamen Rider Black.
As all Kaijins would reawaken from deep beneath the Earth, kaijins who were actively working for Gorgom across the world would discard their human lives and began causing chaos amongst all humans. Shadow Moon would watch as his command to set the world on fire with invasion through a crystal ball and laugh like a mad man, uncaring for the priests who were reaching out to him, begging that he'd save their lives but the most they've gotten out of the Century King would be a glare of disgust.
"Any Kaijins who cannot preserve themselves or born naturally weak do not deserve my recognition. You three fools are nothing more but wastes of space. Do Gorgom a favour and crumble to despair far from my sight."