The tension in that courtroom? Palpable. One silver-haired guy stands calm while generals scream and a woman slams her desk like she's summoning thunder. Then—boom! Sky rips open, cyber-demons with glowing eyes and tentacle bosses descend like it's a parade. In Regret? It's the Apocalypse!, the real horror isn't the monsters—it's how casually they grin while humanity panics. That one-eyed wolf licking its lips? Chef's kiss of chaos.