Above the ruins of Shibuya, a dense black-red rain of blood poured down like a waterfall, its stench sharp in the air. The colossal head of the thousand-meter One-Eyed Dragon, just battered and dismembered by the Spatial Rift Law, hung overhead.
Under the crushing force of divine power, it burst apart with a muffled boom. Flesh and bone fragments scattered across the sky.
Sheets of blood stained the air crimson. Furuta Nimura, who had stood so arrogantly atop the dragon's head moments ago, suddenly lost his footing.
The only thing supporting him was gone. His body spun wildly as he plummeted from the dark sky a thousand meters above toward the shattered ground.
The cold wind cut through his torn clothes like steel blades and lashed his bloodied face. Pulled down by gravity, his frail body looked helpless in midair.
He flailed his limbs, desperate to grab hold of something, but touched nothing except the freezing night wind. At that height, any mortal struggle was absurd and useless. ... Thud.
Furuta Nimura slammed into a broken slab of white jade with a dull, heavy crash. The slab shattered, and the impact
broke the bones throughout his body in an instant. He coughed up mouthfuls of foul-smelling black-red blood.
His breathing grew quick and faint. Fragments of ruptured organs and clots of blood spilled from his mouth and nose. Bracing himself on a broken hand, he struggled to crawl through the muddy water.
But under the God Emperor's pressure, the RC Cells in his body had gone utterly still. No matter how fiercely he willed them to respond,
he could not summon even a glimmer from his Kagune. The genes behind his powerful regeneration had lost all vitality, bound by the laws of divine power.
His pride, his madness, the grand