Gojo looked down, he stood on a partially liquefied building, a larger section of the city was gone. By gone, he meant there was a large hole in the ground that led into the deeper part of the earth's mantle. In all senses of the word, it was a gate to the underworld that was torn open.
His eyes shifted from the large bottomless pit to the massive dying cursed spirit. It looked far different than before almost unrecognisable, its dark, jagged scales were ripped apart as deep slashes and piercing wounds bled heavily like a flooded river filling the streets and any cracks it could find, their eerie, toxic green glow from before no longer there only dull sick green. The spirit's jaw was almost ripped from its skull, and multiple teeth were missing. Only one of its numerous eyes survived, the rest looked like they were gouged out or destroyed with area chucks of its head missing, its once powerful, clawed talon limbs were now missing only stumps remaining that bled red adding to the large puddle of blood it was laying in.
Gojo was no better, his attire was nearly completely destroyed leaving him barefoot and only in his pants that were barely holding together, there were large slash wounds all over his body made by the attacks of the massive cursed spirits wind attacks, the left side of his face was virtually liquefied showing his skull, he was missing his entire right arm and three fingers from his left hand, he was sure he had multiple bone fractures, he had lost a kidney and a part of his small intestine was turned to paste.
... Despite all of this there was a large smile on his face, the right side of his face was hurting badly as his cheeks stretched while the left side was in agonising pain yet even without any muscles it looked like it was able to give a smile, it clearly reflected his joy.
Gojo: You are the second to push me so far and put me in such a state. I am tempted to make you a summon of mine, snake.
The cursed spirit named Jörmungandr tried to speak but was unable to do so because of its broken jaw that wasn't healing in fact none of his wounds were healing at all, it could feel its strength leaving him.
Gojo: However you brought me joy, and for that I acknowledge you... Jörmungandr, World Serpent.
The single remaining eye looked at Gojo in surprise as the serpent tried to heal its jaw to speak but failed again. A purple fire began to spread over its body consuming it like a person who had been starved for weeks. The two locked eyes and Gojo smiled at the serpent so brightly that it matched the innocence of a newborn child. Jörmungandr's only eye shined when it saw the smile before it was exorcised finding it peacefully for some odd reason.
Gojo turned away slowly limping away, he reversed the flow of cursed energy in him creating the RCE, slowly his injuries began to heal however he was focused on something else. Raising his healed hand, his fingers gripped against something more specifically the still-beating heart of Jörmungandr. Normally whenever a cursed spirit is exorcised every part of its body leaves no remains behind.
... However, with his six eyes, he could get a hold of the fleeting cursed energy of Jörmungandr, bending it to his will and using it to keep its beating heart from getting exorcised.
Shizuka slowly blinked and opened her eyes, she groaned in discomfort as her entire body was paining like she had been run over by a bus, her legs were shaking slightly. Pushing her to her feet, Shizuka looked around her head was still spinning lightly. Looking around she saw broken houses and concrete walls with a few craters in the street. The memories rushed back to her when she looked back to see where she was lying earlier.
She blinked again as the RCE that healed her injuries was also refreshing her brain as she slowly regained control of her body. Quickly regaining focus she looked around and found the medical duffle bag she had hidden away. Foraging through the bag she pulled out her phone and switched it on, a sigh of relief escaped his lip as she looked at the time. Only a few hours had passed since she had passed out which meant she still had time to find her friend Rika and make it back.
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Cursed Sorcerer King Of The Arcana
FanfictionA 16-year-old boy with no memories about his past other than power and techniques, he is later adopted by a mage who finds the boy talented in magic arts. 3 years later on a late night, a stranger visits when his teacher is on a trip little did he k...