[As your words fell, you took a deep breath, forcibly pressing the anger surging in your chest back into the depths of calm.]
[The cursed energy inside you surged like a tsunami once more as "Phantom Parade" switched its core at tremendous speed.]
[Almost in the blink of an eye, "Cursed Speech" quietly faded, replaced by "Projection Sorcery."]
[The wind on the rooftop seemed to freeze in an instant. Within that absolute domain of one twenty-fourth of a second, your figure became a streak of light too fast for the naked eye to follow.]
[There was no deafening roar, only two extremely dull sounds of dislocating bones, like leather splitting.]
[You precisely hit the key frames within the frozen image, instantly dislocating every joint in the limbs of the two transfigured humans with exquisitely controlled force and angles.]
["Click, crack."]
[The restraint of cursed speech dissipated. With their limbs no longer supporting them, the two monsters collapsed limply onto the cold concrete floor.]
[The excruciating pain of their dislocated joints made them instinctively try to struggle, but without their bones transmitting leverage, they could only writhe feebly on the ground like fish out of water, completely losing the ability to spring up and hurt anyone.]
[Watching the transfigured humans groan in agony on the ground, you slowly crouched.]
[You had not given up. A glow brimming with vitality, yet extremely concentrated, began gathering in your palms-reverse cursed technique.]
[You pressed one palm against each person's torso, pouring an endless stream of positive energy, refined to the utmost by multiplying negative by negative, into their deformed bodies.]
[You tried to use this miraculous power, capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bare bones, to forcibly set their twisted flesh and bones right.]
[Yet the instant that gentle white light