Yama paced back and forth in the very center of Hell, like a caged beast. Each step cracked the floor. The purple flames that normally only circled her feet now surged up her legs, swaying aggressively. She gnawed her thumbnail until it bled, but she didn't even notice. She was blinded by rage.
The entire hall trembled with her anger.
"Bastard… BASTARD!" she screamed, kicking the table where the competitors' records were kept. The papers flew, some burning instantly on contact with her infernal energy.
Vergil. That name repeated in her head like poison.
Everything was supposed to be perfect. Ryomen Sukuna was supposed to have paved the way for her to win the Celestial Tournament. She had invested time, energy, deals, threats, rituals… everything to mold Sukuna into the ultimate trump card.
And then, in the blink of an eye, in a fight that wasn't even part of her plan, he turned to dust.
Dust. Nothing. Zero.
