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Suddenly, every person across Nobunaga’s Endless Castle, fighting their own battles, heard Yuki’s scream amidst their blood-pounding struggles for supremacy. That guttural, agonizing scream shook their hearts as they gazed at the ground, ceiling, and walls, feeling puzzled and in utter disbelief. A chill ran down their spines and through their bodies.
At that mont, as the scream echoed, space and ti warped, and the miasma began to act differently. No longer rely a contamination in the air, it had gone wild, coming to life.
All the Cursed Miasma in their surroundings flowed away, rushing like hundreds, thousands, millions of rivers of deep black, gooey essence—an ethereal energy capable of corrupting and mutating anything with a deadly curse born from the suffering and agony of a goddess betrayed by everything and everyone she ever loved.
All this miasma, this potent, space-and-ti-warping energy, coursed through Nobunaga’s castle, aiming exclusively for one person: Yuki.
"GRAAAAAHHHHH!"
As the energy surged toward her, Yuki’s entire body blackened, transforming into a monstrous mass of dark miasma shaped like countless screaming specters, erging and disappearing constantly. Her scream of pain and agony, triggered by her daughter’s suffering, echoed through the castle as Susanoo stared in awe, then horror.
"A-Aaaahhh! What the fuck?!"
Susanoo scread, fear in his eyes, as Yuki grasped his legs tightly, tearing at his muscles and nearly breaking his bones with a grip so strong it seed to belong not to her but to sothing else that had taken over her body.
"Don’t touch !"
In that mont of desperation, Susanoo’s Sword Aura surged, boosted by Karmic Energy, allowing him to kick her away before he suffered serious harm.
BAAAM!
"DON’T TOUCH... MY DAUGHTER...! DON’T TOUCH... MY DAUGHTER! DON’T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER!"
Yuki collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood but slowly crawling back toward him. Susanoo’s face contorted with disgust and fear.
"You filthy bitch! Can’t you stand down for a second?!"
Susanoo swung his blade, unleashing a barrage of attacks, slicing through her strange spectral body, cutting her apart piece by piece.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
"AAAARRGGH!"
Yuki scread in agony, but her body rapidly reassembled, weaker yet persistent, dragging herself forward as miserably as she could.
"Y-You damn bitch, you never know when to die, huh?! I’ll just have to— AARRGH!"
Susanoo was caught off guard as a giant pair of jaws bit his right shoulder, sharp fangs piercing and breaking his bones.
"You?!"
It was Yudra! The little dragon refused to sit and cry. As her father’s daughter, she seized the opportunity, biting as hard as she could, even as her own fangs broke against his tough body.
"Get out!"
Susanoo punched her chin, sending her crashing into the ceiling, which collapsed over her as she fell unconscious.
"MY GIRL...! MY GIRL! AAAAGGH!"
Yuki rushed toward Susanoo, but he swiftly wrapped his body in his Aura, catching her midair and lifting her by the neck.
"You’re one abhorrent thing, aren’t you? My once radiant, beautiful sister... Hehe, look at you! You’re so pathetic... so ugly! So monstrous! I couldn’t be happier to see you like this!"
"BASTARD...! BASTARD...! FOR HOW LONG WILL YOU TORNT ?! YOU’RE THE REAL... THE REAL MONSTER...!"
"Yeah, just like Hajun, we are the monsters you created! You have nobody to bla but yourself, you stupid bitch! Hahahaha! Now, ti to die, for real this ti!"
As Susanoo laughed and aid his blade at Yuki’s soul to destroy her, she shed tears of light.
"A-Ahh..."
mories of her beloved husband flashed through her mind—his love, his protection, his constant presence.
"Drake..."
She couldn’t help but call his na as the sword rushed to finish her.
"DRAKE!"
SLASH!
Silence.
After the slashing attack connected, there was only silence.
Indeed.
"Heh... Ahhh?"
Susanoo smirked confidently, but his face twisted into agony.
"KUUUAAAAAGGHHH!"
His sword hand had been sliced cleanly off, falling to the ground.
He dropped Yuki, clutching his bleeding arm as blood splattered everywhere.
How could this be possible?
Who could be strong enough to cut off his hand so easily?
Then ca the realization.
Yuki never hit the floor.
"...Eh?"
Susanoo glared behind him, noticing a giant shadow looming.
His eyes widened, filled with tears and horror, snot dripping from his nose.
He looked pathetic.
There, a man held his daughter and wife in his arms, his face brimming with silent anger.
"Y-You ca... "
Yuki whispered softly, crying and smiling as her cursed spectral aura dissolved, revealing her blood-covered face. She caressed his cheek.
An Aura of Divine Power, more imnse than anything, enveloped her and her daughter, healing them rapidly. His soul fused into their bodies, accelerating their recovery and nullifying the cursed miasma entirely.
"Don’t worry about anything now... I am here. Well done for surviving this far, Yuki. I love you."
"Drake... I love you too..."
Yuki hugged her daughter, who fell asleep in his arms.
Susanoo struggled to comprehend the scene, noticing the man’s sheathed blade, covered in his own blood.
His mind, clouded by the pain of his severed hand, struggled to piece things together.
But he soon realized the blue-skinned man with long silver hair and glowing golden eyes was none other than HIM.
Drake.
The Dragon King himself.
"H-He got here? Impossible...! T-That’s...! Impossible, the castle blocks them from reuniting... I was going to enjoy my ti killing this bitch and then...! No, no, no! Isn’t this for the better?! I can avenge my friends now and— But wait! You lost a hand! Your sword hand at that! How are you even going to—"
"Are you afraid?"
Drake glared at him. Though Susanoo hadn’t spoken, Drake could read his thoughts, especially with that stupid, scared face.
"A-Afraid?! Why would I be afraid of you, fucking bastard?! Y-You cut my hand!"
"Better get ready."
"Huh?!"
Yuki and Yudra were suddenly teleported into Drake’s Divine Realm. The Dragon King faced Susanoo, unsheathing Muramasa once more.
"You don’t know anything about what real fear even is yet... I’m going to make you suffer."
"You dare...?"
"Yes, I dare..."
RUMBLE!
Drake rushed toward Susanoo. The Sword God expected a downward slash, raising his sword with his Aura.
But Drake didn’t use his blade. Pushing forward with bare hands, he punched Susanoo’s face repeatedly, breaking his stance in seconds.
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