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The temperature collapsed.
Ice screamed across the ground, blooming outward in violent waves as colossal frozen monoliths tore themselves from the earth. Sculptures rose—towering, humanoid, wrathful—jagged ice carving them into silent gods of punishment. Crystals hung suspended in the air, catching light as the domain twisted from stillness into rage.
The ground shook.
Kenjaku spun, panic flashing across his face.
He had to fight the domain.
His own expanded in desperation—only to be obliterated instantly. Your barrier crushed his like glass, infinite cursed energy pressing down with merciless force. There was no contest. There never had been.
'No... no... think...!'
Heat-based curses flooded the space around him, fire tearing through the cold in frantic bursts as he struggled to keep his body functioning. His breath came sharp, shallow. He needed to escape. He needed to break through.
-30°C
Another curse manifested, wrapping around him, lifting him toward the edge of the domain. The barrier loomed above—close enough to reach—
The sculptures moved.
Massive frozen hands tore through the air, fingers closing around his body with crushing force.
"—UGH!"
The grip tightened, ice creaking as pressure caved in around him. Then the statue hurled him.
(When you're trying to imagine these statues, think of The Motherland Calls.)
You stared down at him. At his growing pale body. At the frostbite forming at the tips of his fingers and nose. At the pathetic, desperate look on his face.
- 100°C
You didn't crouch. Didn't sneer. You stood straight, voice level—almost disappointed.
"I don't care who you think you are. How strong you think you are. How clever you think you can be."
Your foot came down on his back.
Hard.
His body slammed back into the ice, breath ripping from his lungs.
"With me," you continued, pressure increasing as the cold gnawed deeper, "none of that matters." The growing cold made it harder for him to move, for him to survive. The curses he tried to summon were immediately exorcised by the domain.
"The only reason this body still exists... is because it's Suguru's."
You pressed harder.
"Because he deserves a proper funeral."
Kenjaku's strength gave out. His limbs went slack.
-200°C
"Move. Fight back. Why aren't you? I thought..."
Kenjaku shivered uncontrollably, hypothermia having set in by now.
"You wouldn't go down that easy." You mocked him.
He clenched his jaw, all he needed to do was kill you... Even if this body dies. He just needs you dead, and that will allow him to survive...!
With all his strength, he summoned every single curse he had left. If any one of these thousands of curses lands a hit on you, one that can knock you unconscious at least... he'll survive!
They all froze immediately, crumbling into snow in an instant.
Kenjaku's eyes widened.
He stared in disbelief...
'Every...? Every single curse...?'
-250°C
'N-No... This isn't...'
"Enjoy hell, Kenjaku."
-273.15°C
0 Kelvin.
Absolute Zero.
Kenjaku was frozen. Laying on the ground, weak, desperate, defeated.
You lifted your foot away, your own cursed energy shielding you from the cold that devoured everything else.
Slowly, you knelt. Ice formed in your hand, shaping itself into a blade. With careful precision, you cut through the stitches holding the head together.
Inside, the brain.
Your eyes hardened.
You grabbed it, frost coating your fingers as you tore it free and tossed it onto the ground. It was frozen. Dead.
But you weren't willing to take chances... you were going to completely erase any chances he had.
Closing Suguru's head gently, you let out a sigh.
"Rest in peace... Suguru."
You turned. One of the statues moved at your command, its massive palm rising—then crashing down.
The sound echoed, the ground shaking.
When it lifted its hand, nothing remained but splattered remnants frozen into the ice. You straightened.
Cold wind howled through the domain, carrying your final words.
"Rot in hell, Kenjaku."
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