Everyone who witnessed hell manifest before their eyes wore a look of terror-Yuji Itadori, Junpei Yoshino, Eso lying on the ground, and Kechizu standing beside him.
The figure suspended in midair seemed like a god, spreading his arms freely as he reveled in the relentless bombardment.
Firepower. Utter, overwhelming firepower, with barely a gap between attacks.
The unceasing barrage made the ground tremble, a lament rising from the earth itself.
Fatally poisoned, Itadori swayed with the tremors, but he paid none of that any mind.
He simply kept his gaze locked on that incredibly familiar figure.
"Kamo... Uncle?"
He couldn't be sure. Was that person really Kamo Xu?
His demeanor was completely different, and the feeling he gave off...
Though Kamo Xu normally kept everyone at arm's length, if you were willing to approach him, his gentle attempts to push you away were almost negligible.
If you stuck to him like glue, Kamo Xu would eventually soften, shake his head, and say with a wry, defeated smile, "I really don't know what to do with you."
But someone who had been so gentle...
Was now laughing wildly in the sky, trampling everything within sight?
That sense of unfamiliarity... and the discomfort deep within his mind.
Naturally sensitive to souls, Yuji Itadori immediately reached a conclusion: the person before him was definitely not [Kamo Xu].
It was the Cursed Spirit [Yang Xu] who had appeared at the Juvenile Detention Center!
Was this why Kamo Uncle left? Had a Cursed Spirit taken over his body, making him choose not to come back?
The shock of seeing that blazing radiance before their eyes was beyond anything words could adequately describe. It was the fear that welled up instinctively in the heart, the trembling that seized the flesh, and, deep within the soul...
[Despair]