"Ah."
"What kind of world is this?"
Vast, desolate, with yellow sand stretching everywhere.
Standing within this world, he was filled with a sorrow that seemed to bore into his heart and carve through his bones, a pain like crawling over ice and lying in snow.
"This is my Reality Marble."
Sakumura's blade was stained with blood. In this world, his eyes had turned crimson as he stared coldly at Rider Black Rope Hell standing opposite him.
"Your original name should have been Minamoto no Raikou, but you don't look like Ushi Gozen now either."
"And—"
"You really don't seem capable of being killed."
Squelch—
"Urgh—"
Minamoto no Raikou failed to block the strike from Sakumura's Noble Phantasm. A massive wound split open across her chest, and she was nearly severed in two at the point of impact.
Even if she could not die, she could still feel pain. Black Rope Hell let out a muffled groan as blood splattered everywhere.
"Trapping me in a place like this is useless."
Even grievously wounded, even with her original name exposed, Rider Black Rope Hell showed no sign of panic. Her voice remained calm, without even the slightest tremor—in fact, it carried a hint of amusement.
"Hehe. I can feel the suffering and indifference of this world."
"A Reality Marble formed from the landscape of your heart? How rare. Within this world, no matter who came, they would be no match for you, wouldn't they?"
Sakumura remained silent, neither confirming nor denying it.
"Delaying me is useless."
Her body had nearly recovered as she picked up her tachi again.
"The remaining five riders will still complete our hunt."
"Lancer Hozoin Inshun will undoubtedly become our sacrifice."
Sakumura's mood sank slightly.
He knew what Minamoto no Raikou had said.
He might be able