Kashimo ran his fingers across his neck. Reverse Cursed Technique instantly repaired his severed windpipe, new tissue sealing the wound.
He charged forward and slammed a fist into Sukuna's forearm. Electric charge burst, reducing Sukuna's sleeve to ash in the lightning. The exposed flesh curled back, charred cracks spreading from elbow to wrist.
Kashimo raised his other hand, about to drive it into Sukuna's abdomen, when his body suddenly went rigid.
A Dismantle came from the side without warning, slicing into his arm and ribs.
He barely registered the agony of torn flesh before his body staggered backward against his will.
Looking down, he saw that his right arm had been severed below the elbow. White bone gleamed at the stump, blood gushing like a spring. His left flank had been cut clean through; through the still-bleeding hole, he could see the dark purple lightning surging behind him.
Sukuna stood a few steps away, his mouth slowly spreading into a grin.
He had just made a binding vow: in exchange for limiting his next Domain Expansion to ninety seconds, he gained an enhanced Dismantle that dealt three times the damage.
He had only one goal-to create an opening that would leave Kashimo unable to maintain his domain.
Sukuna darted forward and punched Kashimo in the head. Kashimo's body lurched sideways, his vision going white and his ears ringing. He pushed off the ground with everything he had, barely putting an arm's length between them, and steadied himself without falling.
But he no longer had the strength to maintain his domain.
The dark purple lightning slowly receded like an ebbing tide, fading from every inch of the barrier's surface.
In its place came a scarlet sky. A blood-red curtain of light descended from above, staining the entire space dark red. Thousands