Sayuri stands resolute, unwavering in her determination, as she navigates the treacherous path before her. Instead of relying on mere speed and agility, she harnesses the power of her shadow hands, using them to propel herself forward with astonishing swiftness. In her pursuit of the road that Kaeya once treads, she ventures deeper into the darkened tunnel, a wide crack in the floor serving as her guide. Suddenly, from the depths of the earth, a grotesque monstrosity emerges, its malformed figure lurching towards her with a gaping maw poised to devour. Time seems to slow as the monstrous jaws close in, threatening to consume our courageous heroine. Yet, with a quick exclamation of "Yikes!" escaping her lips, Sayuri swiftly reacts, conjuring two other shadow hands to snatch her body and suspend her mid-air, narrowly evading the beast's voracious hunger as she hangs on the roof. As she dangles there, her senses heightened, Sayuri becomes acutely aware of a discordant chorus of voices e

With a solemn exchange, Kira traded the lives of six destitute minions of Warhammer, breathing life into the inert bodies of his five creations. Each of these projects had their memories painstakingly altered to satiate the insatiable desires of Warhammer. However, apart from Project2 and Project5, the others possessed the lingering ability to recall their names. In the grip of Warhammer's power, Kira had languished for countless years, unable to resist, for he harbored a paralyzing fear of losing his own life should he dare to defy the demon's commands. As time wore on, Kira's resentment toward Nobu swelled, the anticipation of their inevitable confrontation fueling the fire within him. He longed for the moment when he could unleash his pent-up emotions upon the very embodiment of paradise's annihilator, the creator of the dust village. And now, after an interminable passage of time, Kira stands face to face with Nobu, his heart pounding, the seconds slipping away like sand through

Thoughts whirl through Project5's mind as he analyzes the situation. "That blond kid," he ponders, his gaze fixated on Reina, "He possesses immense magical energy... It's overwhelming. He must be the arcane boy that Warhammer boasts about.""As for the other one..." Turning his attention to Nobu, Project5 continues his mental evaluation. "He seems to possess demon powers, yet I sense no trace of magical energy emanating from his being. How is that possible?""Regardless, it matters not. I will put an end to all of them now!"A bone-chilling silence descends upon the battlefield, none daring to interrupt the eerie calm. Raising his hand, Project5 channels a thunderbolt, mercilessly hurling it toward Nobu. Yet, in the blink of an eye, Nobu vanishes from sight, leaving Project5 bewildered. "Huh?" Project5 mutters, an awkward giggle escaping his lips. "I didn't see that coming...""You never will," Nobu's voice reverberates, his sudden reappearance behind his foe catching Project5 off gua

"I am still so dreadfully weak..."In a surge of overwhelming frustration, Reina hurls his katana forcefully to the ground. The metallic clash of the blade meeting the cold floor reverberates throughout the room, a cacophony of emotions made audible, capturing the attention of his teammates in an instant. In the throes of his turmoil, he releases an unrestrained scream, a torrent of anguish and torment that tears its way from the depths of his soul. His knees give way beneath the weight of his emotions, his form collapsing onto the floor as his clenched fists strike the ground with a desperate force."I did nothing! Nothing at all!" His voice reverberates with raw emotion, each word a declaration of his inner turmoil, a damning indictment of his perceived inadequacy. The echo of his scream hangs heavy in the air, like a tempestuous storm threatening to engulf everything in its path. His words resonate as a stark reminder of his struggle, a relentless battle against the limitations he

In the wake of the somber reunion, the group of weary and wounded individuals is led toward the treatment room, where Yagami and a cadre of skilled healers attend to their injuries with care and expertise.Meanwhile, Osamu and the rest of the group find themselves within the bureau, his face still etched with traces of the intense journey he's undergone. With a sense of duty and urgency, Osamu steps forward to give a thorough report of their arduous experiences to Ashide."Your majesty," Osamu begins, his voice steady as he retrieves the green stone from his pocket, "When Kira met his fate, he left this behind—a power rune." His hand extends, and the stone is placed gently into Ashide's outstretched palm. She examines the stone closely, her keen eyes locking onto its mysterious energy."It is undoubtedly a power rune," Ashide confirms with a composed nod, her gaze never leaving the pulsating rune. She studies its intricate patterns, her fingers tracing the edges as if deciphering the