"It's over!"
Kenjaku's manic laughter echoed through the air as the ancient hourglass in his hand shattered.
*Crack!*
Countless grains of golden sand erupted from the broken crystal walls.
They didn't hit the ground.
Instead, they swirled and danced wildly in the air, forming a massive golden vortex.
*Vwooom—!!!*
An indescribable, terrifying fluctuation instantly swept through the entire subway platform.
It was the power of laws.
A temporal-spatial force that transcended jujutsu and the limits of human cognition.
Uraume, who was still clutching his chest, turned pale instantly.
"This is..."
"The Special Grade Cursed Tool: Sands of Time?!"
He subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes filled with wariness.
As a curse user who had lived for a thousand years, he knew exactly how dangerous this thing was.
Being caught in it meant being completely exiled into the cracks of time, unable to live or die!
"Exactly!"
"This is the contingency plan I prepared for Satoru Gojo!"
Although Kenjaku was on the brink of death, he laughed more arrogantly than ever.
"The Prison Realm has already locked onto Satoru Gojo."
"So the target of the Sands of Time..."
"Can only be you!"
"Yoru!!!"
Following Kenjaku's roar...
The golden sand filling the air seemed to hear the command, instantly shifting direction.
Like a golden dragon, it roared and lunged toward Yoru.
"You want to exile me?"
Yoru's gaze remained calm.
But his grip on Shiranui tightened suddenly.
"Sun Breathing..."
"Ninth Form: Setting Sun Transformation!"
*Whoosh!*
Yoru's figure vanished instantly, leaving behind an afterimage created by extreme speed and visual deception.
But in the next second, his pupils constricted slightly.
It was useless!
No matter how he moved or evaded...
The golden grains of sand clung to him like maggots on a corpse, refusing to let go.
They even...
Pierced through space, appearing directly on his path.
"It's futile!"
"This is a lock on the level of laws!"
"As long as you are in this space-time, you can never escape!"
Kenjaku's voice was full of triumph.
*Boom!*
The golden sand dragon finally caught up with Yoru, swallowing him whole in an instant.
"Ugh..."
Yoru grunted.
He felt like he had been tossed into a giant washing machine.
The surrounding space was twisting and folding frantically.
A powerful tearing force acted on every inch of his skin and every bone.
Pain!
A piercing pain that went straight to the marrow!
It felt as if his soul was being ripped apart, but he did not give up.
'Total Concentration: Constant!'
Yoru's breathing suddenly became rapid and rhythmic.
His body temperature rose sharply.
His heart beat violently like a war drum.
Vaguely, a faint flame-like pattern began to emerge slowly.
Though it was still blurry and hard to notice without looking closely...
It was indeed... the prototype of a Slayer Mark!
[SYSTEM: Synchronization Rate... 35%... ]
The system's notification flashed through his mind.
Although the Slayer Mark hadn't fully awakened, the influx of power sharpened Yoru's consciousness instantly.
'Since I can't cut through space-time...'
'Then...'
'I'll just have to break out!'
'Total Concentration: Thunder Breathing!'
Yoru took a deep breath, and the air seemed to roar with thunder.
He concentrated all his strength into his legs and blade.
This was a move he had never attempted before—a forbidden strike that pushed the speed and explosive power of Thunder Breathing to the absolute limit.
'Seventh Form: Honoikazuchi no Kami...'
'Stacked with... Godspeed!'
*Crackle!*
Golden lightning and crimson flames intertwined on Yoru's body, transforming into a roaring dragon of thunder and fire.
Speed.
It transcended sound, transcended perception, and in this single moment...
It touched the very edge of time!
"Now..."
"Break!!!"
*Boom!!!*
Yoru turned into a meteor of thunder and fire, crashing into that invisible space-time barrier with unstoppable momentum.
Trying to smash a path to survival out of this desperate abyss.
However, just as he was about to break through the constraints, the power of the Sands of Time erupted completely.
It wasn't just suction; it was the correction of the laws.
The golden vortex's speed doubled instantly, its terrifying power tearing apart the dragon of thunder and fire surrounding Yoru.
"Pfft!"
Yoru spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body began to turn transparent.
That was the sign that he was about to be completely exiled.
"Yoru!"
At that moment, the Prison Realm in his arms suddenly vibrated.
As if sensing Yoru's crisis, a faint fluctuation came from within.
It was Satoru Gojo's presence.
"Gojo-sensei..."
Yoru looked down at the cube in his arms, a relieved smile suddenly tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Looks like..."
"I'm really going to be late this time."
He stopped swinging his blade.
Because he knew that no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain.
The power of the Sands of Time had completely locked onto his causality; he no longer belonged to this point in time.
"However..."
"Before I go..."
"There is one more thing to do."
Yoru slowly raised his head.
Those crimson eyes pierced through the golden sand curtain, staring fixedly at Kenjaku outside.
That gaze.
It made Kenjaku, who was still laughing, feel a sudden chill rush to his skull.
"You... what are you planning to do?!"
"What am I planning to do?"
Yoru smiled.
He smiled brightly, yet dangerously.
"Of course..."
"I'm leaving you a souvenir."
Before his voice faded.
He suddenly hurled Shiranui. It wasn't to kill an enemy, but to...
Transmit a message!
*Swoosh!*
Shiranui, wrapped in crimson flames, turned into a streak of light and instantly pierced through the golden vortex.
But it didn't fly toward Kenjaku. Instead, it plunged straight into the corner of the subway platform.
There sat an inconspicuous miniature mechanical mosquito—the last communication device left by Mechamaru.
"Tell everyone."
Yoru's voice, carried through the flames, reached the receiver of the mechanical mosquito clearly.
It also reached the ears of everyone waiting anxiously on the outskirts of Shibuya.
"Don't worry."
"When I return..."
"It will be the moment Gojo-sensei is unsealed."
Hearing these words...
Kenjaku's expression became incredibly hideous.
"You lunatic!"
"You're on the verge of death and you're still thinking about this?!"
"BEGONE!!!"
*Boom!!!*
The golden vortex erupted completely, and its dazzling light swallowed everything.
Yoru's figure, along with the Prison Realm in his arms, completely vanished from the spot at that moment.
Only a large blade, still burning with flames, remained.
And...
A scene of complete devastation.
The wind stopped.
The fifth underground floor of the platform returned to a deathly silence.
Only the one-armed Kenjaku sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Ha... haha..."
"Finally..."
"It's settled."
He looked at the spot where Yoru had disappeared, his eyes flashing with the relief of a narrow escape and the feverish excitement of being about to control everything.
"Satoru Gojo is sealed."
"Yoru has been exiled."
"Now..."
"This world is mine!"
However, he failed to notice that on Shiranui, which was still stuck in the ground, the flames were weak...
But they never...
Went out.
Just like the boy's will.
It would never disappear.
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