The world trembled once more. It had never properly rested during that catastrophic battle.
A soundless impact shattered the horizon as two domains unfolded at once.
Mahito's Cursed Genesis bloomed outward in a pale, endless sprawl, a wheel of gold rotating in silence behind his head.
At the same instant, Sukuna's Malevolent Shrine split the sky in two, vermilion gates rising from nothingness, its endless temple expanding across existence itself.
There were no barriers. The air, the stone, the heavens themselves were the walls. The collision of their wills bent reality, neither domain contained by structure, both spilling their influence raw into the world.
The clash tore into everything.
Cursed Genesis flooded with the cold inevitability of Infinity. Space thickened, distances stretched and collapsed, reality itself warped by an untouchable defense.
Malevolent Shrine answered with fury, its countless invisible blades slashing outward in every direction, cutting earth, magma, and even the very horizon into ribbons.
The two sure-hit effects met and dissolved one another in the space between. Mahito's instant kill soul strangling Domain, ment to devour all, had it's fangs removed, forced back by the violent denial of Malevolent Shrine. Sukuna's endless dissection, meant to cut all that lived, was nullified as well, dissolved in the tide of cursed rejection.
It did not matter. Malevolent Shrine's nature was excess itself. Even without its sure-hit binding his target, the blades never stopped moving. Entire districts collapsed into slivers. Lava plumes sprayed upward from the earth as the ground beneath them was diced into fragments.
Mahito walked through the storm untouched. The blades shattered before they reached him, Infinity shimmering like glass in the air. His smile never wavered.
Sukuna roared, three remaining arms spreading wide as blood soaked his torso. "Die here, thief!"
His shrine expanded further, splitting apart the battlefield until nothing remained but floating platforms of molten stone. His fingers extended into claws of cursed energy, his aura burned red, and each motion flung another storm of Dismantle into Mahito's path.
Sukuna quickly prepared to unleash what would usually be an instant kill move. He pressed his palms together, flames gathering between his fingers.
"Fuga~"
It was a move of desperation, Mahito knew it. In an instant, it was as if a nuke had gone off; the entire area was covered in bone-melting flames, hotter than magma.
The strongest curse could feel the heat, but it could not touch him, not through infinity.
And still within those flames, behind his barrier, he only raised one hand, palm glowing crimson. His voice rang with calm cruelty.
"Phase." "Pāramitā." "Pillar of Light."
The orb of crimson light seemed to compress itself violently as Mahito pointed it in Sukuna's direction, aiming for both him and his shrine.
"Cursed Technique Reversal: Red."
The word detonated. And with it, so did Mahito's arms, as he was still a cruse at the end of the day.
Normally, he wouldn't have been able to use Reversed Cursed Energy and perform Red. But in the current flow state he was in, the rules of the Jujutsu World were more of a suggestion.
The blast blew away the flames and consumed Sukuna and his Shrine in an instant. The pillars holding up the shrine crumpled inward like fragile paper, its endless blades sheared into sparks before collapsing entirely. The temple's grand sprawl shattered into dust. The ground ruptured, molten rivers evaporating under the surge.
Sukuna was hurled back. His body cracked against the remnants of stone, tattoos dimming, blood exploding from his mouth. His shrine collapsed. He had lost.
Mahito's arms knit themselves back together slowly, grotesque patches of new flesh winding around his limbs. He exhaled, a smirk curling across his mask. "Even a cockroach dies at times, I suppose~"
He advanced, limitless folding space around him, every step closing the distance as if the battlefield itself bent to let him through. Sukuna coughed blood, forcing himself upright, his torso riddled with holes, one arm barely attached.
Mahito's six arms crossed, as he was about to end it all in a single strike. He quickly imbued his domain with Limitless.
An infinity of incomplete information shimmered along his hand, ready to pierce straight through Sukuna's brain.
For the first time, Sukuna looked cornered, with no way out. Not even enough energy to run out of Mahito's domain.
But then the world darkened.
A third domain swelled across the field, swallowing both Mahito and Sukuna.
A grotesque womb of overlapping patterns unfurled, cords of black flesh weaving across the ground. The air thickened until sound itself seemed muffled. Sukuna's shrine was gone.
Mahito's smug smile disappeared as his sure hit effect immediately vanished.
Kenjaku's voice echoed, deep and deliberate. "Womb Prefusion."
The pressure in the air shifted with Mahito's sure-hit effect gone, severed by the overwhelming intrusion of another domain. His Infinity remained as a barrier, but the lethal inevitability of his touch was stripped away.
His six arms fell back slightly, his head tilting toward the shadows where Kenjaku's form emerged. His voice was calm, almost amused. "So you intervene now."
Kenjaku did not answer. His eyes stayed shut, focus absolute. Every fragment of his will poured into suppressing Mahito's domain, denying its completion. He did not attack. He did not move. He only held, strangling the certainty of Cursed Genesis.
A cold wind tore through the battlefield.
Uraume descended. Ice and frost swept over the molten ground as her form streaked into the crater, seizing Sukuna's battered body. Without hesitation, she pulled him into her arms, eyes blazing with fury.
Mahito's gaze shifted, his smile thin. He stepped forward, ready to follow, but the world cracked with a single word.
"STOP!"
The command rattled space itself.
Yuta Okkotsu stood at the edge of the ruined field, megaphone in hand. His cursed energy roared, his body trembling as blood sprayed from his throat. The megaphone shattered in his grip, breaking apart into shards. His chest heaved, his knees shook, but Mahito's advance halted for a single instant.
Mahito turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing in curiosity. Infinity held steady, unaffected, yet the sheer force of Yuta's voice had been enough to reach him.
Yuta coughed blood, lips trembling, yet his eyes were iron. "You… will not move another step."
Mahito's grin softened into something amused, almost gentle. "Interesting."
The ground erupted.
A spine-like shikigami tore upward, massive and twisting, its weight crushing into the battlefield. Yuki Tsukumo's voice followed, sharp and commanding. "You will not have your way here, Mahito! Not anymore!"
The shikigami slammed down toward him, but Infinity shimmered once more. Mahito raised a hand and caught the immense construct effortlessly. His fingers curled around its tail.
With casual cruelty, he swung it like a whip. The shikigami snapped through the air, colliding with Rika as she madly lunged forward. The Queen of Curses was hurled back, crashing into the fractured stone.
She had wanted to take revenge for Yuta, but the so-called 'Queen of Curses' was way out of her depth.
Mahito lowered the shikigami's tail, tilting his head, eyes moving between Yuta, Yuki, Kenjaku, and Uraume, carrying Sukuna away.
His grin widened, voice dripping with playful venom.
"Oh? Are we all joining the party now?"