The battlefield reeked of ash, blood, and despair. The skies darkened with cursed energy, and the earth itself cracked beneath the weight of the Apostles of Itarim.
Gojo, sweat trailing down his forehead, barely held up a barrier against the Apostle's black blade.
"Tch… just how many layers of power do these things have?"
Yuta's arm trembled, blood dripping from his knuckles as he struggled to rise again.
Sukuna, furious over Mahoraga's death, stood in silence, teeth clenched. Even he was reaching his limit.
Suddenly
BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the battlefield, sending debris flying and momentarily blinding everyone. The Apostles turned their heads in unison, sensing a new surge of cursed energy approaching.
From the smoke and dust, figures emerged some familiar, others long thought gone.
"Hah! Looks like we came at the right time!"
Aoi Todo, clapping his hands together, stepped forward confidently.
"Nanami…?!" Yuta's eyes widened in disbelief.
Standing beside Todo was the familiar face of Kento Nanami, adjusting his glasses coolly.
"It seems we're not too late," Nanami said calmly.
Beside him, the quiet but dangerous Toge Inumaki nodded.
"Salmon."
Behind them followed a sight no one expected Nobara Kugisaki, battle-scarred but alive, twirling a nail in her fingers.
"You guys didn't think I was gone, did you?" she smirked.
But the shock didn't end there.
"Impossible…" Gojo muttered, his Six Eyes widening as he saw two more figures stepping out of the dust.
"Suguru… Geto…?"
And beside him Toji Fushiguro, his presence like a walking death sentence.
"Don't get me wrong," Toji said coldly.
"I didn't come to save anyone. I came to kill monsters."
Even Jogo, the fire cursed spirit, appeared behind them, his body blazing with renewed rage.
"Those Apostles aren't gods. I'll burn them to ash!"
The Apostles paused, studying the new arrivals. One of them smirked.
"More insects. You think this will change anything?"
But the sorcerers now stood together past and present, human and cursed alike.
Gojo stood up fully, renewed fire in his eyes.
"Well then… Let's show them what it means to mess with our world."
With a shared glance, the army of Jujutsu sorcerers and curses charged forward together, ready to rewrite the tides of battle.
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With a unified roar, Gojo, Sukuna, Yuta, Todo, Nanami, Nobara, Toge, Toji, Geto, and even Jogo charged in. Their cursed energy filled the air, swirling like a storm ready to swallow the battlefield.
"Boogie Woogie!" Todo clapped, switching places with Nobara to create an opening.
"Hairpin!" BOOM! Her nails detonated, shaking the ground near an Apostle's leg.
"Ratio Technique: Collapse." Nanami struck clean at the Apostle's side, a calculated blow aimed directly at its weakest point.
"Burn, you divine freaks!" Jogo unleashed a tsunami of hellfire.
The team fought like a storm of destruction curse energy flying, domains activating, ground crumbling.
But then
CRACK!
A single Apostle raised its hand… and in an instant, all their attacks were nullified by a wave of dark, divine force. A pressure descended so strong that even Gojo's Limitless began to strain.
"Fools," the Apostle said coldly.
"You believe your strength is enough?"
WHOOM! A surge of divine mana exploded outward, sending most of the fighters flying back.
Toji's eyes narrowed as he tried to counter, but the Apostle was too fast. In a blink, Toji was punched through a building, coughing blood.
"He's reading our techniques!" Yuta shouted.
Toge tried to speak, "Don't move!" but his cursed speech bounced back on him his throat bleeding instantly.
Sukuna clashed blades, but was overpowered, slammed to the ground.
"Tch… not even close."
Nobara and Jogo were knocked unconscious in a single swing of the Apostle's black spear.
Even Gojo, eyes glowing, gritted his teeth.
"I've never… felt something like this."
The Apostles weren't fighting back they were playing.
And still, no sign of Jin-Woo.
"Despair," one Apostle whispered, stepping forward through the smoke,
"is the beginning of submission."
And for a moment, the heroes truly felt powerless.
The battlefield had turned into a wasteland craters littered the ground, smoke blanketed the sky, and bodies lay bloodied and motionless across the ruined cityscape.
Everyone… was exhausted.
Gojo's jacket was torn, his breathing heavy, blood trickling down from his mouth.
Yuta's blade trembled in his grip.
Sukuna, battle-hardened and ruthless, had multiple slashes across his arms each one inflicted by divine energy far beyond even his cursed resilience.
"I'm throwing everything I have at them… and it's not enough," he growled.
Despite the combined efforts, the Apostles of Itarim stood tall, barely scratched. Their godlike auras shook reality, warping the air around them.
Nanami's hammer cracked.
Nobara's nails shattered mid-attack.
Todo's cursed energy flickered from fatigue.
Toge Inumaki had collapsed, voice silenced from overuse.
Toji, bleeding and bruised, looked skyward unmoving for the first time in battle.
"They're not invincible… but it feels like it." Gojo clenched his fists.
One of the Apostles stepped forward, eyes glowing with divine fury.
"You are all persistent."
"But persistence without power… is futile."
In a flash, he moved blades of light cut through curses and sorcerers alike.
They barely dodged barely survived.
Jogo, even at full strength, was flung across the battlefield like a ragdoll.
Geto, unleashing dozens of curses, found them erased in an instant.
Every strategy failed. Every attack was predicted. Every defense was crushed.
And still… the Apostles hadn't even shown their true forms.
Everyone was downed or barely standing. The Apostles of Itarim hovered in the sky like gods, their wings unfolding, their auras overwhelming all hope.
Yuji Itadori, panting heavily and bleeding from the side, dropped to one knee beside a barely conscious Yuta.
Then his eyes widened.
A memory surged through his mind:
> "These beings… They were born from Itarim's will. They're not perfect, no matter how divine they appear. All creations have flaws even the Apostles."
–Sung Jin-Woo
Yuji's breath caught.
"Wait…"
He looked up at the towering Apostle, eyes narrowing.
"Sung Jin-Woo told us this… He warned us. They're not invincible. There's a weakness. There has to be!"
Gojo, barely holding himself upright, turned to Yuji.
"You remember something…?"
Yuji nodded.
"He said… Itarim created them. So maybe… they share a source."
Sukuna's eye twitched at the realization.
"If they share the same divine root… then maybe we don't need to destroy them individually."
Nanami, coughing but conscious, spoke:
"If we strike that shared root whatever it is we might finally damage them."
A flicker of hope.
Yuji stood tall again. His resolve reignited.
"We're not done yet!"
The Apostles stared at them, curious. One tilted its head.
"Still breathing?"
Gojo raised his hand, his cursed energy flaring again.
"Barely. But just enough… to figure out how to kill you."
And with that, the last flicker of resistance reignited because now, they had a clue.
Yuji Itadori clenched his fists, aura blazing as he shouted:
"Aim for the divine core! It's inside their chest it's where their energy gathers!"
Everyone responded at once.
Gojo's Six Eyes narrowed.
"Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void!"
In the frozen time-space, he focused all his cursed energy into one point his target: the core. With calculated precision, he released a focused strike of raw cursed energy at the Apostle.
CRACK!
The Apostle screamed a sound not of pain, but of shock. Its divine armor fractured, glowing red beneath.
"It's working!" Yuji yelled, launching himself with cursed energy, spinning in midair, slamming his enhanced fist directly into the fracture.
BOOM!
A burst of black light exploded as the Apostle was knocked backward, for the first time.
Sukuna grinned with bloody fangs.
"So… you do bleed."
Yuta, Todo, and the others followed up, striking rapidly at the wounded spot. Divine blood spilled. The skies trembled. The impossible just happened.
They had damaged an Apostle.
The others stared in disbelief.
Hope true hope had returned.
The air trembled with cursed energy. The battlefield lit up in a clash of divine light and human will.
The Apostles of Itarim, once calm and composed, now showed signs of strain. Cracks lined their divine armor. Their movements, once fluid and godlike, were slightly slower, more calculated.
Gojo, eyes glowing fiercely, hovered mid-air with bloodied hands.
"They're actually struggling…" he muttered.
Yuji, panting beside Yuta, grinned.
"This is our shot!"
"Boogie Woogie!" CLAP!
Todo switched positions, confusing the Apostles again and again, creating perfect openings.
"Ratio Technique: Collapse."
Nanami landed a brutal hit another fracture.
The Apostles began to defend instead of attack.
They weren't just reacting they were faltering.
One Apostle slammed its spear into the ground in frustration, sending a shockwave through the earth.
"This resistance… is beyond calculated probability," it hissed.
Sukuna, laughing maniacally, carved into another with sharp slashes.
"You underestimated humans."
Geto's curses flooded the field.
Jogo's fire scorched divine wings.
For the first time since the battle began the Apostles of Itarim were cornered.
Their arrogance began to fade. Their expressions, once cold and unreadable, now hinted at something else…
Doubt.