At the same time, once the cold touch of steel vanished from his abdomen, Divine instantly lost all strength and began to sway. Even staying upright in his current position was a struggle.
"You really didn't need to do that, Naraku." Muramasa glared fiercely at Naraku.
Chievil couldn't possibly act on his own right now. Someone had to be giving him orders, and Naraku was the only one who would do so. That was why Muramasa had reprimanded him.
"Unnecessary? Heh... Even now, you're still clinging to that so-called samurai spirit of yours? How laughable." Naraku sneered back at Muramasa, then looked at the dying Divine. "Well, killing you would be a good idea, but then I'd be one 'key' short. Hodenig would definitely kill me for that, too. So I'll let you off this time, Divine."
With that, Naraku released a thick cloud of black fog that engulfed Muramasa and Chievil. As the fog dissipated, all three of them vanished.
"Um... are you all right?" Yuki Anju, who had been standing nearby, watched Divine clutching his bleeding abdomen and hurriedly asked after him.
"Heh, what can I say..." Divine suddenly gave a bitter laugh and let go of the hand he had been pressing against his abdomen. The wound that had been there had miraculously healed. If there hadn't still been dried blood around his stomach and on his hand, he might have wondered whether being stabbed through the abdomen had been a hallucination.
"Should I be glad about this? For... for me now..."
Purple Shadow, Thunderclap (Part One)
—Rumble!
In an endless, lifeless, blood-red space that looked just like hell, a majestic throne stood in silence. A man with long black hair and beauty to rival a woman sat upon it.
His slender left hand supported his exquisite