The Kijin's body continued to break apart.
Rainbow light spilled through the cracks spreading across its dark flesh. The ancient creature stood frozen in place, its four arms trembling as the divine power of Kusanagi tore through the core inside its chest.
The ice binding it began melting.
Shiina's blue sword paths faded from its skin.
The Curse of Pandora's black faces sank slowly into the earth, their mouths still open in silent screams as the Kijin's darkness was cut apart and swallowed by the light.
Nathan stood before the creature.
Kusanagi remained buried in the Kijin's chest.
His hand held the hilt tightly.
But his fingers had begun trembling.
The moment the divine blade had entered the Kijin's core, power had passed through Nathan with a force he could barely understand. It had not been like using dark magic. It had not been like Pandora's curse, where darkness rose from inside him and answered his will.
Kusanagi was different.
It was older.
Pure.
