[In this underground world that resembled an apocalypse, the rules of two special grade domains engaged in the most primal, most savage struggle to annihilate each other.]
[As the tremendous vitality and light of "Feast of Light Sea" were forcibly released, violently clashing with the scorching heat of "Coffin of the Iron Mountain" within an extremely confined space, the inevitable collision between the domains' rules instantly neutralized the originally lethal "sure-hit" effect.]
["Crack..."]
[With one final, extremely faint cracking sound, the long-overburdened, fissure-covered "New Shadow Style: Simple Domain" beneath your feet finally collapsed completely, dissolving into specks of light in the air.]
[The scorching sense of danger that had been relentlessly crushing your soul suddenly eased, and your lungs, nearly brought to a standstill by extreme oxygen deprivation and agony, finally gained an exceedingly precious sliver of breathing room in the brief balance between the two domains.]
[But it was only a sliver.]
[Although you had just used another's attack to kill the special grade cursed spirit Dagon and successfully subdued Hanami through a tremendous gamble, looking around this sealed deathtrap, there still remained the unfathomable woman with stitches, Mahito, who could attack souls, and the rampaging Jogo!]
[You could hardly say that more than half the enemies had been eliminated. This was still a hopeless deathtrap.]
[Not a ripple crossed your extensively burned face. Your mind was like a block of deeply chilled ice, issuing the coldest tactical command in an instant.]
[Almost without hesitation, through the contract deep within your soul, you forcibly ordered the Hanami you had just summoned, whose body was still severely charred and burned and whose injuries had not even recovered, to attack!]
[Under your absolute compulsion, Hanami's enormous body abruptly shuddered.]
[Hanami's thick left arm slowly rose, shedding its outer layer of charred