Petals filled the sky, facing off against the Blood Sea and dividing the entire heavens in two.
One half brimmed with hope and life; the other was saturated with death and despair.
All the citizens beneath Sōkyoku Hill were somewhat stunned. As they watched the two men paint the sky in their own colors, a trace of longing gradually surfaced in their eyes.
They could not put that longing into words, but one thing was certain: their hearts were no longer as numb as before. For the first time, they had something they wished to pursue—something worth chasing with their lives!
The longsword formed from black mist carried a decayed yet mysterious aura of time. The instant it touched Yoshida Tomoya's sleeve, it accelerated the sleeve's time by thousands of years.
In less than a breath, the expensive sleeve Yoshida Tomoya wore instantly turned black and dry. Then, with a slight tremble of the black longsword, it gradually crumbled into a pile of dust and scattered in the wind.
As the sleeve vanished, the strange eyeball lodged in Yoshida Tomoya's chest was finally exposed to everyone's gaze.
It was an extraordinarily bizarre eyeball that inspired intense disgust. Its pupil was a vertical slit like a beast's, blood vessels spread across the surrounding white, and thick fluid slowly oozed from Yoshida Tomoya's chest as the eye moved. Whenever the eyeball looked at him, Asano Kiyoshi felt a chill run through his heart.
That eyeball was the core component of the Bakuyō Sword. Yet what puzzled Asano Kiyoshi was that, in the original work, the Bakuyō Sword had appeared in the form of a blade. Now, however, it was embedded directly in Yoshida Tomoya's chest.
Still, that was not an important issue. Now that they had captured Yoshida Tomoya, the Second Division