Shibuya Station — Basement Level B5
The strongest sorcerer had been sealed.
But the news had not yet spread.
Even so—
Something had changed.
Across Shibuya, the atmosphere shifted.
Like a pillar that had been supporting the sky suddenly collapsing.
The air grew heavy.
Oppressive.
Suffocating.
At the center of the underground battlefield—
A small cube rested quietly on the ground.
The cursed object known as Prison Realm.
From the outside—
It looked like an ordinary cube.
But inside it—
Was a man capable of overturning the world.
Satoru Gojo.
The cube glowed faintly with a sinister crimson light.
"Finally…"
A deep voice muttered.
Standing nearby was Jogo.
He stared at the cube.
His single eye trembling with relief.
And lingering fear.
The terror of facing Gojo had not faded yet.
Even surrounded by multiple Special Grade curses.
Even forced to protect thousands of civilians.
Gojo had still displayed overwhelming dominance.
"If it weren't for Prison Realm…"
Jogo muttered.
"…we'd all be dead."
"Don't celebrate too early."
A calm voice interrupted.
Holding the cube was the man wearing Suguru Geto's body.
The ancient sorcerer—
Kenjaku.
He gently ran his fingers across the cube's surface.
His expression thoughtful.
"Although Gojo Satoru has been sealed…"
"He is resisting from inside."
"Prison Realm requires time to process his information."
"Until the sealing stabilizes…"
"We cannot move it."
"What?!"
Jogo erupted.
Smoke puffed from the volcano atop his head.
"So we're stuck guarding this thing?"
"What if the sorcerers arrive?"
"And that monster…"
He hesitated slightly.
"…Yagami Sora?"
For a brief moment—
The curses fell silent.
Then laughter echoed through the station.
From the shadows emerged Mahito.
His eyes sparkled with twisted excitement.
"If they come…"
"Then we'll just kill them."
He stretched his arms lazily.
"Perfect."
"I've been wanting to test something."
"That brat Yuji Itadori…"
"I want to kill him myself."
"Watching his soul break…"
"…must taste wonderful."
Kenjaku glanced at him calmly.
"Don't underestimate them."
"Especially Yagami Sora."
"That boy…"
"…killed Hanami almost instantly."
Meanwhile—
On the streets of Shibuya—
The night wind howled.
Yagami Sora was rushing toward Shibuya Station at high speed.
Then suddenly—
He stopped.
His heart clenched violently.
As if something had been ripped away.
A terrifying premonition surged through him.
"…This feeling."
He slowly lifted his head.
Looking toward the direction of Shibuya Station.
The pillar of cursed energy that once blazed there—
Like a second sun—
Had vanished.
The unmistakable energy of Gojo Satoru.
Gone.
In its place—
Was darkness.
A suffocating void.
"…Satoru."
Sora's pupils trembled.
A faint crimson light flickered within them.
He immediately understood.
That invincible teacher.
The man who always said—
"Don't worry. I'm the strongest."
Had fallen.
"Sora-nii!"
Yuji's voice burst through the communicator.
Breathing ragged.
"I can't sense Gojo-sensei anymore!"
"His cursed energy just disappeared!"
"Did something happen?!"
Sora answered quietly.
Too calmly.
"…Yeah."
"That idiot teacher."
"He got tricked."
"What?!"
Yuji shouted.
"You mean—Gojo-sensei was defeated?!"
"Not defeated."
Sora replied.
"…Sealed."
Sora clenched his fists.
His nails dug into his palms.
Blood trickled between his fingers.
"Prison Realm…"
"…really activated."
His voice remained calm.
But the rage inside it was volcanic.
Gojo wasn't just his teacher.
He was one of the few remaining bonds Sora had left in this world.
Megumi's voice entered the channel.
Shaken.
"If Gojo-sensei is gone…"
"How do we fight this?"
Sora inhaled slowly.
Then exhaled.
"It's simple."
The air around him began to tremble violently.
Two massive wings formed behind his back.
Constructed from violently compressed airflow.
But this time—
They weren't pure white.
Dark edges spread across the feathers.
Cold.
Dangerous.
Wind Wings — Fallen Angel Mode.
"Now that the teacher is offline…"
"It's the students' turn."
Sora's voice transmitted across the entire communication network.
Reaching every sorcerer in Shibuya.
It was not just an order.
It was a war declaration.
"All personnel."
"Advance to B5F."
"Kill every curse user."
"Kill every cursed spirit."
"We are retrieving our teacher."
His eyes turned completely crimson.
The sign of barely restrained fury.
"And send a message…"
"To the rats hiding underground."
"If they dared to touch Gojo Satoru…"
"They'd better be ready."
"To face the wrath of the White Reaper."
"Tonight—"
"Shibuya becomes their graveyard."
BOOM.
The ground beneath Sora's feet exploded.
He shot into the air.
Instead of using entrances—
He smashed straight through the glass walls of Shibuya Station.
Like a falling meteor.
Crashing toward the battlefield below.
Gojo Satoru had been sealed.
And with that—
The restraint on another monster vanished.
Yagami Sora—
The White Reaper—
Was finally unleashed.
And true hell—
Was only beginning.
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