W stared at the scene, a single white haired man staring down the Reunion forces. Misha, the girl that Skullshatterer told her to watch over, stood beside her at her vantage point.
Her eyes narrowed, as she regarded the man holding the most confident look in the world. She knew why, and honestly, she already knew what the hell was going to happen to the Reunion forces stationed here.
"Hey," W spoke, pulling out a handheld radio, tossing it towards the child.
"E-eh?" Misha caught it, fumbling it in the air a few times before being able to stabilize it in her grasp.
"Call me if you need any help, no way am I gonna risk getting in that freak's line of sight," She walked away with her hands on her hips through the tunnel.
She didn't need to need the battle any further, feeling the abnormal energy cascading across her back as she walked away.
The natural negativity of the energy brought her back memories, memories of a certain ruined city, memories of a certain battlefield...
Memories of a certain Ghost flooded her mind as she felt the energy die down. "...Tch, what a pain in the ass."
W lightly pressed against her temples before regaining her bearings, pausing one last time to stare back at Misha, who was watching the scene below her with wide eyes.
Seeing how that white haired monster had fought off Reunion's three strongest leaders, she could already tell what was happening down there; even barring the sounds of absolute destruction.
"Well~, looks like Skullshatterer's screwed," W couldn't help but lightly chuckle to herself.
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Ceylon stared at the wasteland in a completely mauled state. It was as if a rabid beast had sunk its teeth into it and spat out the contents without swallowing.
Rivers of blood flowed through the seams of the cracks. Reunion members laid there in agony, either missing limbs or bleeding from severe and grotesque wounds that looked like they had been burst open from a vicious car crash.
Cracks and fissures, along with an incredibly long line of a crater stood in the middle of all the corpses and broken bodies.
Ceylon knew that the Reunion people were despicable people, hearing reports of what had happened in Chernobog and what they had been doing in Lungmen, but she couldn't help but feel some sort of pity at the scene in front of her...
That brought her attention to who exactly had done it, Gojo Satoru, holding the grip of a gas masked Reunion member... child? In his grasp as he stared at them with an irritated expression.
Schwarz, who guarded her side, squinted her eyes as her ears twitched, "what the hell did he do?" Ceylon could audibly hear her voice strain as her bodyguard spoke.
The white Feline truly wished her lady didn't have to witness such a sight of destruction, but it was bound to happen when she decided to act upon her operator duties.
"...Even I am not sure myself..." Ceylon couldn't help as she placed a hand on her chest, a nervous sweat building up on the side of her head. "It seems he was speaking the truth."
"Yeah, he really was..." Schwarz narrowed her eyes as she could feel the bloodlust radiating off Gojo, even from the distance she was at. It didn't help that he looked like a psychopath drenched in blood. "We might have misjudged him..." The last part was in a low whisper, but Ceylon could hear it.
She wanted to rebuke it, deny it, but the words died in her throat. The Liberi woman regarded the enigma as she felt she didn't truly understand him at all... As if she had only scratched the surface of who he truly was-
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Throughout Heaven and Terra (Arknights x Jujutsu Kaisen)
General Fiction(Rewrite is out) "You were magnificent, Satoru Gojo. I will never forget you for as long as I live." Satoru Gojo laid there, bisected in half, as if the universe itself had severed any hope of defeating the demon in front of him. Though, he still he...
