Whispers of the Cursed Heir

Chapter 4: Echoes of the Unseen pt.2

The sheer audacity of it, the utter disregard for everything but destruction—it was too much, and I couldn't help it.

"All this bloodshed for Chaos?" I repeated, my laughter dying down to a cold smile. "All of the jujutsu world and mortals have already ruined themselves. Your chaos is nothing but a reflection of the madness we've created."

Sukuna's expression twisted into a delighted grin, clearly pleased by my words. He relished in the irony, in the acknowledgment of the decay that had already set into the world. But his pleasure quickly gave way to action as he charged toward me. In his hand, he summoned a trishula-like trident, its three deadly points gleaming with a malevolent energy that pulsed with his intent to kill.

As he neared, I reacted swiftly. I reached up, pulling a single strand of hair from my head, and with a quick breath, I blew it in Sukuna's direction. The hair dissolved into the air, transforming into a clone made entirely of cloud vapor. The clone mirrored my movements, facing Sukuna with the same resolute stance.

A laugh bubbled up from my throat, surprising even me. It was a bitter, sardonic sound that echoed in the ruined village around us.

Sukuna's trident came down with the force of a mountain, but it passed harmlessly through the vaporous clone, striking the ground with a deafening crash. The earth beneath us trembled from the impact, but the clone remained untouched, its misty form swirling in response to the disturbance.

Taking advantage of the distraction, I rolled to the side, using the momentum to pull several more strands of hair and blow them into the air. Each one transformed into another vaporous clone, ethereal figures that encircled Sukuna, their movements fluid and synchronized.

The clones lunged at him, attacking from all sides, their forms wisping around him like a storm of mist. For a moment, it seemed as though I had him cornered, the vapor clones moving in perfect harmony to strike at his exposed sides.

But then, with a flick of his hand, Sukuna's power surged outward. The air around him distorted, and in the blink of an eye, the clones were torn apart, their vaporous forms disintegrating into nothingness as they met his invisible wrath. The ground beneath them split and crumbled, as if sliced by an unseen blade, leaving only silence in the aftermath.

The sheer force of his ability—the way he effortlessly unraveled my clones—left no doubt in my mind that Sukuna was not to be trifled with. His power was overwhelming, a force of nature that could not be easily countered.

He turned to face me once more, the grin on his face wider than ever, clearly relishing the game we were playing. "Nice tricks, little sorceress," he mocked, his voice dripping with amusement. "But do you think illusions and mist can defeat me?"

I stood my ground, my breath steady, my mind racing. The clones had been a test, a way to gauge his reactions, to see how he fought. And now, I knew—Sukuna was a being of raw, unstoppable power, capable of cutting through anything with ease. But I wasn't out of options yet.

"You seem confident for someone who's only put a scratch on me," I retorted, my voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through me. I could see the spark in his eyes, the thrill of the challenge. This was far from over, and I was ready to push him to his limits.

Sukuna merely chuckled, the sound reverberating through the empty village. "Then come, little sorceress," he said, his voice a dark invitation. "Let's see what else you have up your sleeve."

And with that, the battle continued, each of us testing the other's limits, pushing the boundaries of what we were capable of. The stakes were impossibly high, but I knew one thing for certain: I would not let Sukuna's chaos consume me.