❥﹒In a world where the fearsome sorcerer Nishimura Riki is known for his dark and dreaded cursed techniques, everything changes when a voice from the past calls out his name.
But this is no ordinary voice - it belongs to his long-lost first love, s...
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Haru's trembling form watched the unfolding scene before her, her realization hitting like a thunderbolt. Euijoo was offering himself as a sacrificial pawn to release the limit on Soohe's cursed energy, to stop her relentless rampage. It was a desperate and dangerous gamble, one that stirred a mix of emotions within her.
Enraged by what she perceived as a reckless and futile plan, Haru summoned the special-grade curses she had previously exorcised, their grotesque forms forming a menacing black maelstrom of swirling smoke. Her voice quivered with anger and frustration. "So that's how you want it, womanizer?!"
But Euijoo remained undeterred, a sense of calm determination in his eyes as he faced Haru's wrath. He retorted, his tone laced with a hint of humor, "That's rude. It's pure love."
Haru's resolve was unwavering. She was fighting not just for herself but for her twisted vision of justice. As Euijoo readied his cursed technique, she unleashed her own curses in response, the two opposing forces clashing with devastating power.
An eerie, blinding light enveloped the entire battleground, casting stark shadows and obscuring the horrors within. The shockwave from their collision echoed throughout the area, shattering buildings and tearing apart the very earth.
When the smoke cleared, a colossal crater stood as a testament to their titanic struggle, a grim reminder of the price they were willing to pay for their ideals.
With each labored step, Yang Haru clutched the bloodied stump where her arm should have been, pain coursing through her body as she stumbled through the dimly lit alleyways of Jujutsu High. Her steps were heavy, burdened with both physical agony and the weight of her actions. Yet, her lips still held a twisted smile, a testament to her relentless resolve. Dark strands of hair clung to her sweaty face and neck, matted with the struggle she had endured.
Despite being the one on the receiving end of Soohe's devastating power, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes. It was a power capable of reshaping the world, one she had once envisioned as a tool for her infamous plans. She muttered to herself as she limped forward, her grip on the torn remains of her arm trembling. She couldn't deny the allure of such immense power, even as it had cost her dearly.
As she continued her painful journey out of the alley, she suddenly felt a presence before her. Haru's eyes, hidden partially by disheveled bangs, flickered with recognition, and a faint smile touched her lips as she leaned against the wall for support, her strength waning.
"You're late," she remarked, her voice oddly calm and collected. "Nishimura."
Riki stood there, his piercing blue eyes locked onto the fragile figure before him. Haru's condition tugged at something within him, an unfamiliar pang of empathy he hadn't anticipated. He watched her, torn between his sense of duty and the complicated feelings stirred by her plight.
