Struggle

Layers upon layers of viscous matter churned and writhed. Several pitch-black arms like tentacles stretched out from the indescribable chaos, and beneath the slimy coating, pale finger bones occasionally showed through.

"Dangai still looks as nauseating as ever..." Fengjin stood in the deathly silent Dangai passage, frowning as he watched the Kōryū constantly writhing along both sides.

He then turned his gaze toward the two figures seated on the ground not far away and asked softly, "How much longer until you're finished?"

Isshin Kurosaki had both hands wrapped around the Kōryū restrainer, watching the unfamiliar man before him with a wary expression:...