Hiroshi charged at Entity X with unrelenting force. The moment his blade struck its flesh, the flood returned—those cursed memories. Fear, hunger, betrayal, pain. They screamed in his skull like sirens. But this time, he didn't flinch.
He gritted his teeth, powered through the mental assault, and swung again—his blade slicing clean through the entity's arm.
Dark ichor splattered the ground.
But hissss—the limb regenerated, twisting back into shape as if time itself refused to let it die.
"Tch... stubborn," Hiroshi spat, his knuckles white around his hilt.
A ripple of energy surged behind him.
"Magic Art: Prison of Sin!" Kami's voice echoed like divine retribution.
Mana exploded outward, weaving a glowing, cage-like structure around Entity X. The prison pulsed, then shrank—tightening like a vice, its edges jagged and burning.
