The wind in the wilderness stopped.
Only the mingled smell of blood and dust remained in the air.
Uvogin knelt on the sand.
Countless chains bound his indestructible body tight.
Chain Jail.
Forced Zetsu.
The Nen he took such pride in had been sealed away completely.
His muscular strength remained.
But his body was reverting to that of an ordinary man.
His tough skin was softening, losing its strength.
Kurapika stood before him.
There was no warmth in his scarlet eyes.
"The game's over."
Kurapika's voice was calm-so calm it sent a chill down the spine.
He raised his right hand.
At the end of the chain on his little finger was a sharp, four-pointed cross.
Judgment Chain.
Judgment Chain.
"Now, answer my questions."
Kurapika approached, step by step.
"How many members are left in your Phantom Troupe?"
"Where is your base?"
"What are your abilities?"
Uvogin lifted his head.
His face was covered in blood and grime, but madness burned in his eyes.
He looked at Kurapika and laughed.
He laughed loudly.
He laughed so hard his chest shook.
"Hahahaha!"
"Brat, you think you've won?"
Uvogin spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"Trying to get information out of me?"
"Dream on."
He stared into Kurapika's scarlet eyes.
His gaze was full of mockery.
"We're the Spider."
"Betraying our comrades?"
"We never do that."
Kurapika's expression did not change.
He had expected this outcome all along.
"Is that so?"
He raised the little finger of his right hand.
The sharp cross pointed at Uvogin's heart.
"I'll ask you one last time."
"Answer my questions."
"Or die."
This was not a threat.
It was a rule.
A restriction and vow Kurapika had established with his life as the price.
Once Judgment Chain pierced someone's heart, he could set a rule.