High above the ruined amusement park, a figure descended at an alarming speed.
BOOM!
Smoke and the echo of explosions erupted simultaneously as the descending figure collided with a nearby burger restaurant, sending wooden beams and glass shards flying in every direction.
"Enemy!"
Aki Hayakawa and Himeno reacted immediately.
They rose to their feet in unison, hands already summoning the demonic familiars bound to their contracts, ready to counterattack or aid the civilians at a moment's notice.
Seigen Amawaka and Makima, however, remained unmoved.
Both recognized the descending figure instantly.
"Void Realm… one of the Eight Kings. 'Rotten King' Astaroth," Seigen muttered under his breath.
And yet, the threat wasn't over.
From the sky above, a scarlet shockwave erupted, striking precisely where Astaroth had just crashed. Within seconds, the earth split, forming a bottomless sinkhole that swallowed debris and concrete alike.
"Tch… really troublesome, throwing the battlefield into chaos here," Seigen said, his tone dark with annoyance.
His left hand flexed, summoning the White Tiger Charm, ready to channel the power of the Ancestor God at any instant.
Meanwhile, Makima's golden eyes glimmered mysteriously, a faint, unreadable smile playing on her lips.
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Midair—
Gojo Satoru hovered above the chaos, observing the battlefield below. Instinctively, he sensed something… a presence.
Their eyes met: Gojo's pale blue irises locking with Makima's golden gaze.
'Makima'
'Gojo'
Both thought silently in that fleeting moment.
A piercing groan erupted from the sinkhole.
The ground trembled violently, air erupted into shockwaves, and brilliant green magical energy erupted like molten lava from beneath the amusement park.
Within the magic, Astaroth reappeared, his elegant, human guise gone. The figure was tattered, eyes wild with madness.
"GOJO SATURO!!!"
Astaroth's body twisted and contorted midair. His clothes shredded completely, revealing a blue-faced, fanged visage.
Flames of pale green and flickering green swirled across his body, multiplying his power exponentially.
Even the sky outside the protective "curtain" of the battlefield glowed a deep green.
With a violent gesture, Astaroth raised his right hand, unleashing a corrosive acid rain across the amusement park.
Countless droplets pierced the earth like daggers, filling the air with a nauseating stench.
Seigen reacted instantly, his reflexes honed over decades.
He drew several intricate talismans, channeling them into a protective semi-circular enchantment that wrapped around everyone present.
"Gojo, this enchantment won't hold for long — deal with him quickly!" Seigen shouted, his voice carrying over the chaos.
Gojo nodded subtly, half-smiling as he prepared.
"Alright", he murmured, the corners of his mouth curling into a confident arc.
Gently pounding his left hand into his chest, Gojo controlled the flow of his power. Even with his overwhelming strength, recklessness could shatter the "curtain" and unleash devastation beyond the amusement park.
"You want me to finish it so quickly?"
Astaroth clutched his stomach midair, a mad, defiant laugh escaping his fanged mouth.
"Hahaha! Don't mock me! You may be strong, Gojo Satoru, but in this form, you think you can finish me quickly? Dream on!"
Gojo didn't respond with words.
His slender white fingers interlaced, and a faint sneer curved his handsome face. Magic surged uncontrollably through his body, filling the air with a tangible pressure.
Hollow Technique: Purple
His right hand flexed, sending waves of terrifying black and purple auras sweeping through the amusement park.
The energy coalesced into a massive purple-black sphere, forming a black hole midair. Low groans and mournful wails resonated from it, a horrifying undertone to the storm of energy.
The whirlwind shattered Seigen's protective enchantments, leaving the opposing side momentarily flinching. Wind tore Gojo's hair, and a soft, almost teasing voice echoed in his mind:
Come on… survive~
From his palms, the sphere of destructive energy pulsed outward.
The corrosive acid rain halted just in time, narrowly sparing the civilians and wards below.
Astaroth, realizing the magnitude of Gojo's attack, panicked. His prior mockery was replaced by raw fear.
The purple vortex, gripped him. Every part of his body began dissolving under the sheer magical force.
"No… this cannot be…"
The fangs, claws, and corrupted flesh all disintegrated. Even before he could finish his cry, his body was atomized completely, leaving only faint traces of magical residue.
"Hollow Purple" hovered momentarily, the energy coalescing into a purple-black sigil that floated gracefully into the sky.
"Well… my control isn't bad," Gojo muttered, rubbing his smooth chin with satisfaction.
The battlefield fell silent.
Civilians, exorcists, and Onmyoji alike remained frozen in awe.
Only Seigen and Makima maintained calm, analytical stances.
Aki Hayakawa's mouth hung open. A trace of saliva dribbled from the corner, his mind still trying to process what had just happened.
"Worthy… of being the strongest," he whispered.
Makima's eyes burned with intensity.
She understood that if Gojo could dominate so completely, the chaotic balance of the world might eventually shift toward equality.
Yet, the thought of subduing Gojo Satoru himself seemed like a fantasy. The [Limitless] isolated him from any dangerous attacks, and his spiritual power alone could overwhelm most practitioners.
"I am looking forward to our next encounter," Makima murmured softly.
She turned, walking away like a queen passing through a battlefield, her presence still commanding absolute attention.
Seigen allowed himself a brief sigh, watching her go.
"Truly a monster…" he muttered under his breath, recalling how Gojo had employed this same overwhelming technique a year ago.
It wasn't just a single-use attack.
It was a versatile burst skill, capable of crushing any monster while remaining controlled enough to protect the environment from total annihilation.
Who could possibly withstand this…
The amusement park, scarred and burned, now stood as a testament to the clash of gods and monsters.
But above it all, Gojo Satoru hung in the sky, white hair tousled by winds of power, a cruel smirk across his face, the ultimate arbiter of life and death.
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