Nanami

Shadows deepened over an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town—the very place where the battle that could have been Nanami's last had unfolded. Rusted structures, broken windows, and piles of scrap metal created an ominous labyrinth, and the air was thick with the smell of burning and magic.

Nanami stood, leaning heavily on his sword. His right side—from shoulder to hip—was horribly burned. His skin was blackened and blistered in places, his clothes were in tatters, through which the wounds were visible. Every movement was excruciatingly painful, but he didn't allow himself to fall. Blood streamed down his face, mixing with sweat, but his gaze remained unwavering.

Mahito towered before him, a mocking grin on his face. His distorted figure seemed to pulse with dark energy, and his eyes glowed with a cold, merciless light.

"You're still fighting," Mahito drawled, taking a slow step forward. "It's amazing how long you lasted. But this is the end, Nanami."

Mahito raised his hand. The air around him trembled, coalescing into a ball of chaotic, cursed energy. The vortex of darkness began to expand, taking the form of gigantic claws, ready to tear apart everything in its path.

"I will wipe you from the face of the earth," Mahito hissed. "Your will is broken, your body is ruined. It's time to end this game!"

Claws from the darkness rushed towards Nanami with incredible speed.