Mahoraga

The battlefield was quiet for only a moment.

Broken concrete and shattered glass surrounded Megumi. His breathing was uneven, blood running down the side of his face as the curse (you) in front of him slowly approached, smiling like it already knew the outcome.

“Running out of tricks?" you mocked.

Megumi didn’t answer.

Instead, he lowered his head slightly. His shadow stretched across the ground, trembling like dark water.

He exhaled.

“Fine… then I’ll use it.”

The air grew heavier.

Megumi raised his hands slowly, forming a ritual hand sign he had never intended to complete in a real battle.

“This is a forbidden exorcism ritual… one that even the Ten Shadows users rarely survive.”

The curse frowned, sensing something shift in the atmosphere.

Megumi’s shadow began expanding across the battlefield, swallowing the ground like a living abyss.

“With this treasure…”

A massive wheel began forming inside the darkness.

“…I summon—”

The ground exploded outward.

“Eight-Handled Sword Divergent Sila Divine General Mahoraga!”

A towering figure rose from the shadow, its immense body emerging like a god being dragged into the world. Behind its head rotated a massive wheel with eight spokes, turning slowly with a metallic clank… clank… clank.

Your confident smile vanished instantly.

Mahoraga stepped forward.

The pressure alone cracked the pavement beneath its feet.

Megumi stood there, exhausted, knowing the truth of what he had just done.

“Now… let’s see which of us survives this.”