Mahoraga's movements were becoming noticeably slower.
The adaptation wheel above its head still rotated steadily.
But the overwhelming dominance brought by its "adaptation" had begun to fade.
Under Yagami Sora's relentless assault—an attack pattern built from constantly shifting physical vectors—Mahoraga's body was forced into a cycle of destruction and regeneration.
Again.
And again.
And again.
But this balance couldn't last forever.
Regeneration consumed cursed energy.
Meanwhile, Sora's attacks drew power from the surrounding environment—wind pressure, kinetic energy, gravitational vectors.
To Mahoraga, it felt like drowning.
Every attempt to adapt drained its remaining strength.
While the enemy on shore kept throwing stones into the water.
Sora exhaled slowly.
"…Time to end this."
He glanced sideways.
Toward Ryomen Sukuna.
The King of Curses stood calmly among the ruins.
Arms folded.
Watching.
His eyes held a playful glint.
As if observing a performance.
Or searching for the perfect moment to intervene.
I can't let him steal the kill.
Sora thought.
Mahoraga was the strongest shikigami of the Ten Shadows Technique.
If he defeated it here—
The reward would be enormous.
And that adaptation wheel…
If he could analyze its structure—
It might push his vector manipulation closer to controlling the laws of reality themselves.
"Black Wings."
"Full activation."
The black wings behind Sora expanded violently.
Growing larger.
And larger.
Until they stretched nearly ten meters across.
These weren't ordinary wings.
They were constructs formed from ultra-compressed vectors and cursed energy.
Each feather contained kinetic force capable of slicing through armored vehicles.
The surrounding air screamed as pressure skyrocketed.
As the wings unfolded—
The sky above Shibuya seemed to darken.
The atmosphere itself trembled.
Even Sukuna raised an eyebrow slightly.
From a distance—
The silhouette resembled a fallen angel descending upon the battlefield.
"Vector Manipulation."
"Final Strike."
Sora clasped his hands together.
The enormous wings collapsed inward.
Compressing.
Condensing.
Refining.
They transformed into a single weapon.
A massive black spear.
The spear absorbed light itself.
At its tip—
Space warped from extreme compression.
Tiny fractures appeared in the air.
This was pure destructive physics.
A weapon that even gods might hesitate to face.
"Die."
Sora thrust his hand forward.
The spear launched.
Like a miniature black hole.
Everything in its path was dragged forward.
Even sound disappeared.
Leaving behind a silent vacuum corridor.
The adaptation wheel spun violently.
Faster than ever before.
For the first time—
Mahoraga showed something resembling fear.
It attempted to analyze the incoming vector attack.
To adapt.
To survive.
But the calculation was impossible.
This single strike contained multiple phenomena simultaneously:
collapse vectorscutting vectorsannihilation pressuregravitational distortion
Too many variables.
Too little time.
BOOOOOOM!!!
The spear pierced directly through Mahoraga's chest.
Pinning the giant shikigami to the ground.
Then—
The energy erupted.
The ground within a hundred-meter radius collapsed instantly.
A massive crater formed.
A black storm tore through the battlefield.
Mahoraga's body disintegrated.
Cell by cell.
Particle by particle.
Even the adaptation wheel—
The seemingly invincible symbol of evolution—
Was shattered into fragments.
"ROAAAAA—"
Mahoraga released a final roar.
Then its body dissolved into shadow.
Vanishing completely.
Only the ruined battlefield remained.
A system notification appeared in Sora's vision.
[System Notification]
Target defeated: Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General – Mahoraga
Reward obtained:
Points +20000
Special Item obtained:
Wheel of Adaptation (Fragment)
Note:
Summoning ritual incomplete.
Megumi Fushiguro unconscious.
Mahoraga exorcism ritual failed.
"Failed?"
Sora crouched down.
Picking up a glowing golden fragment from the rubble.
"Well…"
He shrugged.
"I still killed it."
Although Megumi Fushiguro failed to subjugate Mahoraga—
Sora had gained something even more valuable.
The fragment of the Adaptation Wheel.
"If I can analyze its structure…"
Sora murmured.
"I might replicate a similar adaptive ability."
Then—
A sudden chill crawled down his spine.
Sora turned around instantly.
Standing among the ruins—
Was Sukuna.
His hands were already forming a seal.
A cruel smile stretched across his face.
"Impressive."
He clapped slowly.
"Truly impressive."
"You cleaned up the trash nicely."
His smile widened.
But his eyes remained completely cold.
"As a reward…"
"I'll send you to the afterlife."
Sukuna spoke calmly.
Like a judge delivering a sentence.
"Domain Expansion."
His voice echoed across the ruined battlefield.
"Malevolent Shrine."
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