The moment Yose stepped forward, the air seemed to snap around him, a palpable tension threading through the chaos, the static of Primordial Qi bending subtly in response to his presence, as though the universe itself acknowledged that here, a force greater than life and death had taken form. Kirin’s body, fully consumed by the demon, pulsed with an oppressive aura that warped the battlefield, yet Yose moved with precision, calm and deliberate, every motion calculated and exact, a maestro orchestrating a delicate balance between containment and destruction. With a complex sequence of hand seals, ancient and almost forgotten, Yose etched a binding upon Kirin’s spirit, layers upon layers of woven laws, chains of law and essence that dug into the very core of the Primordial energy, each one sapping, restraining, guiding, forming a lattice that the demon could not penetrate, yet not destroy outright, a cage crafted by eons of experience and god-touched technique.Kirin, or the being that

The subspace quaked violently as the five divine silhouettes became unmistakably solid, their presence pressing down like an irresistible force, warping the very air around them. Indra’s form shimmered with the brilliance of lightning and judgment, his gaze steady, commanding, the weight of authority crushing all resistance. Agni radiated heat and fire, flames licking around him without consuming anything, each flicker a promise of annihilation. Geb’s presence was immovable, a living mountain of power, drawing the earth’s laws into his being. Hades exuded shadows thick enough to choke light, his very aura suffocating, every step a declaration of inevitability. Poseidon rippled with the essence of oceans and storms, a tide of control and patience capable of swallowing chaos. Together, they formed an unstoppable convergence, five embodiments of absolute law descending into a realm where chaos had taken root.The demon, still fully merged with Kirin’s corrupted body, stiffened. Its arrog

The aftermath of the sealing ritual left the subspace in an uneasy calm, the echo of Primordial energy lingering in faint, ghostly pulses, and yet the sense of tension was far from dissipated. Kirin’s spirit hovered in the emptiness, tethered to the seal that Yose had crafted, the threads of divine law pressing against his chest like an unyielding weight. He could feel the remnants of his corrupted form, the twisted echo of the demon still present within the far edges of his consciousness, coiling and writhing like a serpent confined. Even in the absence of flesh, even without a body to contain it, the Primordial force pulsed and throbbed, reminding him, nagging him, that power was never free, and choices carried consequences heavier than iron.Indra approached, his presence collapsing the space around him, a gravitational authority that made the hairs on Kirin’s spirit quiver. He did not speak immediately, instead allowing the silence to stretch, a suffocating, weighty pause in which

Time had lost all meaning. What were days, months, years, or millennia to a spirit that no longer moved in the linear rhythm of existence? Kirin drifted, untethered to the mortal coil, a fragment of consciousness adrift in the endless expanse of space and time, stretching across the infinite like a thread pulled taut between stars. He watched as worlds were born from the chaos of creation, as planets ignited, cooled, and became havens for life. He observed the rise of civilizations that clawed their way out of nothing, witnessed kingdoms collapse under the weight of their own arrogance, and felt the echoes of every life that flickered and ended in the span of cosmic moments. The scale was impossible to comprehend, yet he sensed it all, every vibration of energy, every pulse of creation, every whisper of the infinite.Kirin’s spirit, once tied to a fragile mortal body, had grown beyond what he could have imagined. Primordial Qi pulsed through him constantly, a living, breathing force t

Kirin drifted through the timestream, tethered to the memory of his parents, his consciousness stretched across time and space. The pull of the corrupted half of his spirit, the fragment that had fused with the Primordial demon, grew insistent, relentless, as though it had a will of its own. For countless eons, he had held it at bay, kept it contained with sheer force of will, but now, the fragment sensed the weakening seal on his original body, sensed the strands of fate threading through the scripts his parents were performing, and it surged forward. Kirin felt it before he even saw it, a violent wave of energy striking through his soul like a hammer shattering glass, and agony erupted through his consciousness, every nerve and fragment of spirit screaming as the corruption forced its way back inside him.He gritted his teeth, and every part of him willed control, refusing to let the fragment dominate him as it had in the Central City. He could feel its darkness spreading, tainting