Shibuya lay shattered.
Kenjaku's face twisted into a hideous grimace, veins bulging on his tightly clenched right hand.
He advanced toward Mahito, step by step, radiating terrifying pressure.
"Mahito!"
Only now did he realize that Mahito's frenzied battle, in which he had risked everything to kill Yuji Itadori...
Had been nothing but an act, a deception meant to lower his guard.
Mahito merely gave Kenjaku a mocking glance without saying a word to him.
He was now filled with hatred and loathing for Araki Itsuki.
"Why?!"
"Our cursed techniques operate in completely different worlds! Why can you touch the very essence of my soul?!"
Araki Itsuki's white, jade-like right hand was buried deep in Mahito's chest, yet there was neither spilled blood nor an ugly wound. The flesh fitted seamlessly around his hand.
Faced with Mahito's confusion and shock, he chuckled.
"All of creation lies bare before me, without a single secret."
"Naturally, you're no exception."
Mahito understood. This Araki Itsuki was a monster through and through, a terrifying being far beyond even Satoru Gojo.
"Jogo... this terror, as unfathomable as a pitch-black abyss, has already swallowed us."
He turned to Kenjaku, making no effort to hide his mockery and scorn.
"I don't know why you're still standing here unharmed, but you're bargaining with a tiger. You don't know your own limits."
"I look forward to seeing you in the afterlife!"
Kenjaku grew even angrier. He had always believed victory was firmly in his grasp, never imagining that Mahito would one day make a fool of him.
He stepped forward to absorb Mahito.
Araki Itsuki stopped him. "Hold on a moment."
Yuji Itadori had arrived, and by now, he too understood what had happened.
His tattered clothes were drenched in blood, but his face was calm and earnest.
"I admit