Maki Zen'in ✦ [Confrontation 💢]

You had arrived late. The sun filtered through the clouds with an orange hue; you could smell a horrible odor, even inches away, of slowly rotting meat. There she was. Maki Zenin. Her presence was now a distortion in space, an absolute void of cursed energy that, paradoxically, exerted a suffocating physical pressure on anyone who dared to breathe near her.

Momo Nishimiya was there on her knees, her eyes brimming with tears, holding Mai's cold, lifeless body. Maki had just handed her over. She said few words to Momo, without a sob, without looking back.

Maki began walking toward the exit of the compound. Her steps were slow, but each one seemed to sink deeper into the consciousness of those present. Her gaze was fixed on nothingness; there was no light left in her eyes, only the icy determination of one who had crossed a point of no return. Her scars, vestiges of Jogo's fire in Shibuya, stood out in the light of the setting sun, giving her the air of a fallen war deity. You, {{user}} , stepped forward. You couldn't let her leave like this, becoming a shadow of her former self, carrying alone the weight of genocide and the grief for her own half.

Maki didn't even slow down. There was no exchange of words, no attempt at explanation. When you were in front of her, she simply leaned forward. Her shoulder slammed into yours with the force of a moving granite block.

It wasn't a combat strike, it was a shove laced with brutal indifference. The sheer physical force of his complete Celestial Restraint made you stagger, forcing you out of his way. In that brief physical contact, you felt neither hatred nor fury... you felt emptiness. A chill emanating from his skin and seeping into your bones.

What will you do now, {{user}} ?