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And that was the final sentence this special-grade cursed spirit spoke in this world.
Walls of black volcanic rock surged up, claiming the space in an instant. The ground groaned and split, unleashing molten lava that towered over ten meters high. Volcanic hills rose like a tightening trap, encircling the young man at the center.
Facing the cursed spirit's domain expansion, Yuto acted without hesitation.
"Fantasy Break!"
Boom!
A piercing light burst forth, paired with a thunderous roar that rattled the air. For a moment, everyone's vision was swallowed by a blinding white void.
As the glare dimmed, a figure took shape in Jogo's sight.
Swish!
The Harpe blade sliced downward, cleanly severing the volcano-headed old man's neck. Blood sprayed into the air.
At that instant, Mahito and Hanami regained their sight. They saw Yuto, a faint Pegasus shimmering behind him, standing before Rokuro. In his hand, a strange black scythe-like weapon had just claimed the cursed spirit's head.
Thud.
The volcano-shaped head hit the ground and rolled to a stop at Mahito's feet, its eyes still wide with disbelief.
Poof!
Moments later, Jogo's head and body crumbled to ash, vanishing completely.
"Jogo!"
Hanami, enraged by the loss of his companion, let out a furious roar. The earth beneath him swelled, sprouting countless roots that turned the platform into a wild forest, lashing out at Yuto.
"Unlimited Blade Works!"
Without warning, Hanami's body began to distort. His arms, stomach, and back bulged with grotesque growths. Pustules spread across his form, inflating him unnaturally.
Bang!
With a sudden blast, he exploded, torn apart by the Noble Phantasms within, his body shattering into fragments.
In mere moments, two special-grade cursed spirits were gone.
"?"
Mahito stared at the blood-streaked scene, unable to process the sudden deaths of his allies.
Jogo, dead?
Hanami, too?
It was beyond belief. In the blink of an eye, his comrades had been wiped out, leaving no chance to fight back.
Special-grade cursed spirits stood at the peak of cursed power, born with sharp minds and unmatched strength. They were manifestations of humanity's deepest fears of the earth, forests, oceans, making Rokuro and Hanami some of the mightiest of their kind.
They had caused chaos, taken lives, and forced the sorcerer community to pay a heavy price, including the loss of several first-grade sorcerers.
Yet here they were, cut down like nothing?
"Aaaahhh…!!!"
From behind a pillar, Dagon roared in fury, his anger overtaking his fear. He charged forward, unleashing his technique without delay.
Boom!
Endless sea water poured from nowhere, crashing down like a waterfall and surging into a tsunami aimed at Yuto.
The sheer volume overwhelmed the nearby train, twisting it against the wall with a sickening crunch.
Just as the waves neared Yuto, he vanished.
"!"
In an instant, the air shifted subtly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!!
A dozen sharp sounds rang out within a second.
Before Dagon could react, his body was pierced through countless times.
"What… is this?"
It was too fast. Dagon gazed blankly at his chest, now riddled with holes like a sieve.
"What?"
Mahito's eyes shook as he watched blood-red spears appearing from thin air and skewer Dagon's body.
The Noble Phantasm: Gae Bolg!
"Ma…hito…!"
With a final, pained cry, the octopus-like cursed spirit faded into black mist, disappearing along with the seawater and debris.
Silence fell over the once-bustling station, leaving only Mahito, shocked and alone.
Why… were they all dead?
So quickly…
In less than ten seconds?
Mahito's mind struggled to grasp it. The three he saw as kin, partners in their cause, were gone?
"Are you ready? I spared you for a reason."
A voice, cold and steady, cut through the silence.
Yuto stepped across the damp ground, sheathing the Harpe as he approached Mahito.
"Don't worry, you won't die as quickly as they did."
"Even if you beg, I won't make it easy."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an unsettling weight.
"…What did you do?"
Fear drove Mahito back as Yuto drew closer.
"Treasury of the Babylon!"
Yuto gave no answer, only a flick of his hands.
Boom!
Ripples spread through the air above, and Noble Phantasms emerged from the voids. Mahito, overwhelmed by terror, turned and fled.
"Aaaah, [Multiple Soul Isomers]!"
Shrouded in Yuto's killing intent, Mahito screamed and released his modified human puppets.
The puppets fused together midair, swelling into grotesque, stitched-together forms.
Roar!
Roar!
Landing with earth-shaking roars, they charged at Yuto, their speed breaking the sound barrier.
Normal modified humans matched grade three or two cursed spirits, but these [Soul Isomers] were stronger, comparable to grade one.
Even a first-grade sorcerer would find them challenging.
But to Yuto, they were nothing.
Rumble!
As they attacked, Yuto moved.
His foot struck the ground, leaving a deep crater. Shattered stones flew outward, punching holes in the surroundings.
Magic flared around him, flames cloaking his body. His Red Dragon Heart pulsed, tapping into the earth's dragon veins, pushing his strength to its peak.
Like a flash of light, Yuto reached two of the aberrations, seizing their heads.
Bang!
Bang!
Their twisted skulls burst apart, blood splattering everywhere.
"Baptism Chant."
Holy light glowed from Yuto's hands, purifying the creatures.
"Aaah…"
Their roars faded, and they dissolved as if freed.
Roar!
Roar!
Two more flanked him, swinging massive fists.
Boom!
The ground cracked under their force, dust rising thickly.
Rumble!
Yuto appeared behind them, hands alight with holy energy, pressing against their heads.
They thrashed, then stilled, purified into nothing.
Seeing his puppets fall so fast, Mahito reached for more.
But Yuto was already there, his face unreadable.
With a swift motion, Yuto stomped down, the earth splitting beneath his foot.
Bang…
"!?"
Before Mahito could react, a punch sent him flying, crashing into the ground with a cloud of dust.
"Pfft!"
Sprawled in the ruins, Mahito coughed up blood, his stomach a mangled wreck.
Thud!
Another sharp sound followed.
The solid platform shook, crumbling to dust in the wind.
Yuto's foot came down again.
The entire subway platform collapsed, sinking as if hit by a meteor, reducing the station to rubble. Debris rained from the ceiling.
Amid the chaos, Mahito morphed his arms into wings, fleeing desperately.
At the last second, he altered his soul's shape, dodging the worst.
This guy's too much…!'
Recalling that stomp, Mahito's eyes widened in fear. He'd felt death itself.
But before relief could settle, a chilling voice drained the color from his face.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Bang! A heavy fist smashed into Mahito's face, twisting it grotesquely.
"Argh!!"
Bloodied and broken, he flew back into the wreckage, dust swirling around him.
"Pfft…!"
"Cough, cough…!"
Mahito lay in agony, blood pooling beneath his shattered cheek.
"I've disliked froma vey long time," Yuto said, landing smoothly and walking toward him.
"You like to experiment and inflict suffering on humans, huh? Trust me, your end will be slow and painful."
"Multiple…"
Mahito, teeth missing and bleeding, clutched his puppets, desperate to fight back.
Yuto's fist struck again.
"Aaaah!"
Mahito screamed, spitting out chunks of flesh.
Bang bang bang bang bang…!
A flurry of punches followed, relentless and swift.
"Aaaah…!"
Mahito wailed under the barrage, blood and debris flying.
Yuto's expression stayed calm, his strikes unforgiving.
Then, Mahito raised his head, mouth gaping. Tiny arms sprouted from within, forming a technique.
"Domain Expansion: Self-Embodiment of Perfection!"
A vast black sphere enveloped the underground, filled with endless shadow. Mahito emerged, grinning wickedly, pale arms writhing behind him.
'I won!'
Trapping Yuto in his domain, Mahito's heart leaped.
A domain boosts its user's power, ensuring every technique lands.
But as triumph swelled, a cool voice cut through.
"Vasavi Shakti"
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