Mahito did not understand what Mechamaru was thinking, his face full of mockery.
"What? Still hoping someone will come save you?"
"I might as well tell you what the Curtain does. It's not like you have anywhere to run."
"Other than you, anyone who intends to save you will be unable to enter!"
"If you ask me, Kenjaku is just being too cautious. No one is going to come save you."
Mahito's right hand transformed into a sharp, long blade. "All right, time to send you on your way."
"Don't worry. I'll try to be gentle with you."
"Jujutsu sorcerers make such wonderful toys for me."
With that, Mahito charged forward, swinging the blade in his hand at Mechamaru.
Mechamaru instinctively raised a defense. His longing for freedom still drove him to struggle desperately.
But Mahito's attack was merely a feint. His true killing move was the left hand about to press against Mechamaru!
For jujutsu sorcerers who did not instinctively use cursed energy to protect their souls, once he touched them, they would instantly be transformed into cursed spirits!
"BOOM—!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
"BOOM—!!!"
Violent tremors traveled downward from the very top of the Curtain!
Mahito and Mechamaru's bodies were both thrown off course by the intense shaking.
By sheer coincidence, Mechamaru avoided Mahito's killing blow!
Mahito, stunned by the shock, failed to change the shape of his arm in time and missed his chance to use Idle Transfiguration.
Mechamaru was ecstatic, as if he had seized a lifeline. His fighting spirit blazed to life once more.
"How is that possible?!" A hint of solemnity appeared on Mahito's face. "The Curtain clearly cuts off both presence and communication. How did someone find us?"
Kenjaku's narrowed eyes opened as well, filled with gravity.
"To cause such a massive disturbance, the other party