Jedite's broken body lay crumpled on the warehouse floor, two dark figures standing above him. One held two scimitars, the other a long, double-ended scythe. The last surviving member of Beryl's forces coughed, dark blood spilling from his lips.
"Why…" he asked.
"You are an enemy of the Moon Kingdom," came the reply. One of the scimitars was placed at the fallen General's throat.
"But you hate the Moon Kingdom…" Jedite coughed, a strange gurgling coming from his throat. "I found you…restored your memories and abilities…"
"We serve the Moon Kingdom. We simply have no faith in its current leadership."
With that, the scimitar was driven through Jedite's throat. The General's body quivered momentarily before going still. The scimitar was wiped casually on Jedite's uniform before being returned to its sheath.
"Well…that's one problem taken care of."
"Yes, but what of the Crystal?"
"Soon, the Princess will be dead, and we will possess the Ginzuishou."
"What of Justice?"
"We gave him a chance to join us before, but he chose to remain loyal to the Royal family. If he interferes, we will kill him. Just like before."
The second figure hefted his scythe.
"Where to next, then?"
The first figure sheathed his other scimitar and smiled coldly.
"To Tokyo…"