[As that pitch-black bead slid down your throat, a familiar wave of nausea rose.]
[You stamped your verdict on it in your mind.]
[Mahito, successfully subdued.]
[The surrounding illusions of volcanoes and oceans had long since vanished like bubbles.]
[Scorch marks and cold puddles covered the wilderness, silently displaying the wreckage of that one-sided crushing.]
[You stood at the center of the devastation and closed your eyes.]
[Although the core objective of this trip had been Mahito's soul-touching Cursed Technique from beginning to end, you were already here.]
[During the gaps between fighting and subduing them, you had also used Phantom Parade's analytical ability to finish dissecting the Cursed Techniques that Jogo, Hanami, and Dagon each took such pride in within your mind.]
[Vast streams of information on Cursed Energy circulation and technique structure were rapidly sorted within your consciousness.]
[Jogo's "Disaster Flames Manipulation."]
[Heat manipulation taken to the extreme.]
[Conjuring scorching flames hot enough to vaporize flesh and bone was merely the basics; its most insidious feature was its ability to instantly open miniature volcanic craters beneath an enemy's feet, triggering eruptions of magma without any warning.]
[In addition, this Cursed Technique could also condense purple flying insects shaped like mosquito noses, with enormous mouthparts.]
[Their impact was tremendously powerful, and their bodies were high-explosive bombs that triggered wide-ranging lava explosions upon activation.]
[Hanami's "Forest of Rosy Woods."]
[Its core was generating and manipulating all plant life.]
[With sufficient Cursed Energy, it could alter the terrain at will, conjuring enormous roots that would take centuries to grow, steel-sharp wooden spikes, and vines that even Cursed Tools struggled to sever.]
[More troublesome still, these plants possessed the ability to absorb life force.]
[In battle, it could fire bloodsucking seeds called "Cursed Buds"; once implanted in a body, these seeds fed