Torgeng was dead.
The moment the domain shattered—
An even more violent aura descended upon the battlefield.
Hotter.
Heavier.
Filled with murderous rage.
"...Torgeng."
A small figure appeared at the end of the passage.
A single burning eye.
A small volcano atop its head.
With its arrival—
The surrounding temperature skyrocketed.
Jogo.
A Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
The cursed energy surrounding him surged like an erupting volcano.
Walls cracked.
Steel beams began to glow red.
Concrete melted into dripping slag.
The underground station rapidly transformed into a miniature volcano.
"They actually killed Torgeng…"
Jogo's voice trembled with fury.
And grief.
Cursed spirits were born from hatred.
Yet some of them—
Like Jogo and Hanami—
Possessed something resembling human emotion.
They were comrades.
Allies fighting for the same goal.
Hanami had already fallen.
Now Torgeng was dead too.
"You humans…"
Jogo's voice became a growl.
"…all deserve to die."
"I will burn you to ashes."
"As an offering for Torgeng and Hanami."
BOOM!
Jogo moved instantly.
His speed was terrifying.
In a blink—
He appeared in front of Kento Nanami.
The most heavily injured sorcerer present.
Jogo understood battle tactics.
Better to eliminate one opponent completely—
Than spread damage across many.
"Your life will be the first sacrifice."
His palm slammed forward.
The heat emanating from it could melt steel instantly.
It wasn't merely flame.
It was pure thermal destruction.
"Nanami!"
Yuji Itadori had just arrived.
His eyes widened in shock.
But it was too late.
Jogo's speed was overwhelming.
Yuji couldn't reach him in time.
Nanami watched the incoming attack calmly.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Only acceptance.
So this is where it ends…
He thought quietly.
His only regret—
Was that he never made it to that Malaysian beach he dreamed of visiting.
Then—
A hand appeared.
Faster than Jogo.
SNAP.
Yagami Sora's hand caught Jogo's wrist.
Effortlessly.
Thousands of degrees of heat radiated from the cursed spirit's palm.
But Sora's skin remained perfectly unharmed.
Not even slightly reddened.
"Killing someone right in front of me…"
Sora said quietly.
"…is a bit disrespectful."
His voice was colder than ice.
A stark contrast to the volcanic heat surrounding them.
For a moment—
Even the boiling air seemed to freeze.
Jogo's eye widened.
He recognized the man instantly.
The sorcerer who had overwhelmed Hanami.
The one even the curses feared.
Yagami Sora.
The White Reaper.
Facing Gojo Satoru felt like confronting a god.
Untouchable.
Distant.
But facing Sora—
Felt like standing before a demon king.
"You…"
Jogo whispered.
"Get lost."
Sora flicked his wrist.
BOOM.
The kinetic force exploded outward.
Pure physical momentum.
No visible cursed energy.
Yet overwhelmingly destructive.
Jogo's body was hurled away like a cannonball.
He smashed through three concrete walls.
The station shook violently.
Debris rained everywhere.
Dust filled the air.
"Cough…"
Jogo emerged from the rubble.
One of his arms hung twisted and broken.
Bones shattered.
But cursed energy surged instantly.
The arm regenerated.
His fury only intensified.
"Yagami Sora…"
Jogo growled.
"I'll burn you to ashes."
"Even your soul will disappear."
Jogo raised both hands.
Volcanic energy surged wildly.
Small volcano-like eruptions formed around him.
Molten lava pooled beneath his feet.
He was no longer holding back.
Against this opponent—
Holding back meant death.
"Maximum Technique — Meteor!"
A blazing meteor formed above the station.
Massive.
Almost half the size of a football field.
The underground space turned bright as daylight.
The meteor slowly descended.
Carrying unimaginable destructive force.
Even far away—
Yuji and the others felt their skin burning.
Hair began to curl from the heat.
"Run!"
Naobito Zenin shouted immediately.
He grabbed Maki Zenin and dashed away.
An attack of this scale—
If they didn't escape—
Everyone would die.
This was the terrifying power of a Special Grade Cursed Spirit.
But one person didn't move.
Yagami Sora.
He simply stood there.
Looking up at the falling meteor.
His eyes showed only indifference.
Like watching a child throw a clump of mud.
"Playing with fire?"
He said softly.
"Good."
"I'm actually pretty good at that."
Sora slowly spread his arms.
As if welcoming the descending meteor.
A confident smile appeared on his face.
The firelight reflected in his crimson eyes.
Making him look almost terrifying.
"I'll show you…"
"What real fire control looks like."
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