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My gaze shattered on the boundless rhomboid angles; there was no sky, no earth, and all the boundaries of the world were cut, severed, and reassembled by sharp bevels.

Everywhere you look are neat yet obsessive Rhombus Stones, with ancient, Ukiyo-e -like paper textures covering every inch of the stone, bearing the mottled texture of years of yellowing.

Dark blue, gray-blue, and dark ochre blocks of color spread out flat and diffused, without waves or vitality, with everything trapped in rigid geometric patterns.

The wind drills into the dense, uneven pits, the thousands of holes are the earth's silent eyes, gaps carved out by obsession.

The stone surface is covered with fine, mysterious dark patterns. There are no living beings, but floating phantoms are hidden everywhere, drifting slowly along the diamond-shaped cracks in the stone.

In this desolate world filled with diamond-shaped formations and pits, five figures are engaged in a fierce battle.

Among them, the white figure with horns held a weapon about the length of Short Spear.

The staff was pitch black and dull, and with each swing it sliced through the cold mist, emitting a low, whistling sound.

His white robe stood out starkly against the dark Stone Domain, like a drop of white paint splashed onto a dark blue canvas.

Suddenly, a long sword slashed down from the side.

The blade was dodged with Isshiki sidestep before it could reach the White Walker, striking the edge of a nearby Rhombus Stone and sending sparks flying.

Before the sparks even landed, he had already used the force of the blade's rebound to flip his wrist and slash horizontally, the blade flashing past his waist.

He leaped backward, his heels touching a stone ridge, his body twisting in mid-air as the Black Rods cleaved down towards the knife-wielding man's head.

The man wielding the knife swung it backhand, the blade scraping against the Black Rods and producing a series of ear-piercing metallic whistles.

At that moment, a Naginata came hurtling in from behind.

The Naginata has a wide blade and a thick back, and is powerful and heavy, yet the user wields it with such force that it seems as if it were nothing at all.

The White Walker dodged to the side, the Naginata slamming into the stone surface where he had just stood, causing the Rhombus Stones to explode with spiderweb-like cracks from the point of impact.

The attack missed, Naginata Wielder took a step forward, swinging the hilt in a half-circle, the iron band at the end of the hilt striking the White Walker's temple.

The White Walker ducked to avoid the attack, while the Black Rods stabbed at the wrist of the naginata Naginata Wielder.

The Naginata Wielder switched the naginata to his other hand, raised the blade, and forced back the White Walker's pursuit.

Just then, a blue figure silently darted out from behind a tilted Rhombus Stone.

He swooped down the ground like a swift swallow, gripping his Short Sword in reverse, the tip aimed at the White Walker's lower back.

Sensing the change in airflow behind him, the White Walker turned around and swept his Black Rods backward.

The assassin was stabbed, and blood gushed out, but upon closer inspection, there was only blood gushing from his body; there was no visible wound.

He then flipped backwards, simultaneously throwing the Short Sword in his left hand, Short Sword flew straight towards the traveler's right eye.

He turned his head, and the tip of the knife grazed his earlobe and embedded itself in the stone behind him.

At this moment, another long sword cut in from the right side of the Isshiki.

The man was barefoot, dressed in a dark robe, and had bloodshot eyes.

His angle of attack was extremely tricky; he stepped out from Isshiki blind spot in the path of the traveler's vision the instant the traveler turned his head to dodge the Short Sword, and severed the man's head with a single strike.

The sensation of the blade cutting into the neck was real and heavy; the skin, muscles, and blood vessels were severed layer by layer beneath the blade, culminating in a crisp cracking sound from the cervical spine.

The horned head rolled off the shoulder, gushing out grayish-white liquid, its grayish-white pupils still holding a mixture of shock and anger.

But the White Walker's body did not fall.

His hands were still gripping the dark, dull Short Spear, his feet were still rooted to the spot, and instead of blood gushing from the severed neck, countless fine black Runes spread out.

The Runes, like the tentacles of a living creature, extended simultaneously from the severed ends of the head and body, intertwining and tightening in the air, attempting to pull the separated head back onto the shoulders.

His body was still moving.

At the very instant his head was severed, he swept his spear in a half-circle with both hands, the shaft striking the swordsman's side and sending him flying sideways.

He then turned around and kicked the Naginata Wielder in the chest. The Naginata Wielder groaned and slid back several meters, the hilt of the Naginata carving a deep trench in the stone.

Even headless, his body accurately determined the positions of all the surrounding enemies, and his movements were not slowed down in the slightest.

An angry voice rang out from mid-air, "What have you done?!"

The barefoot man wanted to give chase, but just as he was about to act, something that had long been submerged in gray dust suddenly moved.

The barefoot man paused and looked in that direction.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a person.

He wore the hood of Newborn, and shakily raised his head, his dark eyes gazing at him.

Immediately afterwards, the ground cracked open beneath his feet.

A Chainsaw came hurtling through the air from the side, its teeth whistling sharply as they tore through the air.

The Chainsaw sank straight into the stone beneath his feet.

The high-speed rotating saw teeth bit into the edges of the Rhombus Stone, sparks and stone chips exploded in all directions with a roar, a large hole was carved into the ground, and spider web-like cracks spread from the edge of the hole in all directions, the entire Stone Domain trembled.

The barefoot man's body plummeted downwards in the instant of weightlessness. He gripped his knife in the back of his hand, trying to plunge it into the cave wall to stop his fall, but a hand reached down from above and precisely grabbed his shoulder.

It was a young man draped in white gauze, the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind as he fell, shimmering with starlight in the sunlight.

Holding the barefoot man, he kicked off the edge of the cave wall, using the momentum to leap downwards, away from the White Walker.

The barefoot man struggled on his shoulder.

His Sharingan was still fixed on the white figure above him, who was reconnecting the head with black Runes. His hand was still gripping the hilt of his sword, his knuckles white from the force.

He attacked the young man draped in a veil. He wanted to go back and cut off the Runes before the head was reattached, and to completely nail this monster that had appeared out of nowhere to this Stone Domain.

But the person carrying him did not let go, remaining completely unmoved even when attacked.

He reached out his hand in vain, but the battlefield was getting further and further away from him.

[No.]

[I must go back.]

[Otherwise.]

He stared upwards, and suddenly, in the air, above the distant, rhomboid sky, an eye slowly opened.

The golden light illuminated everything, but he simply watched.

We can only watch.

His bloodshot eyes met his gaze.

That guy isn't the owner of this place.

In a daze, Izuna recalled the pleading look that flashed in Ichishiki's eyes when he had just severed Isshiki's head.

"That guy..."

[It's Demon.] Red Eyes stared at those golden, sun-like eyes.

[He is an invader from Other Star; his goal is to obtain the God Tree Fruit, and he did this for his own selfish desires.]

The pupil blinked.

[Hey, you didn't say a single word to him from beginning to end, did you? Is it really okay to cheat like this?]

Are you going to help or not?

Aren't you afraid I'll cause trouble?

Hurry up!

[Are you serious? This might awaken that child, and then...]

[It has already begun to awaken!]

The Gauze-Robed Youth landed on the ground, while the barefoot man raised his head.

The rainbow light twisted in mid-air, as if a mesmerizing Ukiyo-e had been brought to life, creating its own bizarre and fantastical scene. Light and shadow intertwined.

The ground beneath my feet twisted and changed constantly, occasionally forming sharp, deformed edges, like strange flowers blooming on the earth, before melting away in an instant and returning to the flowing Rainbow-colored.

Everything is flowing, everything floats in the void.

But at this moment, solid ground began to appear around them, with jagged, deformed rocks protruding.

Oh dear, this is really...

"[So hurry up!]" The red-eyed person gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked up at the empty space above. "[Slay me!]"

[I see.]

Golden pupils closed.

A blade of light slashed down.

Izuna broke free from Tadayo's grasp.

Tadayo almost fell off the tree.

After performing a backflip to regain his footing, he looked at Izuna, who had landed on the ground.

Izuna knelt on the ground with her back to him.

"Lord Izuna!" Tadayo jumped down and ran to him. "You can't go anymore! Your injuries..."

Suddenly he froze, because he saw Izuna pull out the Black Rods from his body without hesitation.

The wound healed slowly, emitting white smoke and hissing sounds.

He stood up and then disappeared.

Tadayo was stunned for a moment, then chased after him in alarm, "Lord Izuna!"