The once-noisy underground platform suddenly fell into silence.
The twisted figures of the mutants began to contort, traces of their original human faces flickering through—signs they were starting to return to normal.
The non-sorcerers were reminded, all at once, of how their lives had just been toyed with, how their friends had died inexplicably, and how powerless they were to do anything but flee... A surge of fury erupted within them. Why should they suffer like this?
On Sōjun Minamoto's bandages, a mirrored pattern was the first to emerge, becoming clearer and brighter by the second.
A powerful flow of Cursed Energy converged on the mirror, while a second aura—azure in color—manifested alongside it, embodying patience and resilience.
The two emotions merged with the violent rage, forming a light gray mist that blended into the haze already swirling around Sōjun Minamoto.
This newly born energy wasn't complete. It still differed significantly from the original mist. Only by integrating the other twelve core emotions could the gaps be filled, forming the ultimate, perfected power.
The folds around his bandaged mouth stretched as he looked down at the non-sorcerers.
As strength suddenly awakened in them, emotions like greed, envy, and pride flared up in turn.
The mirrored image on the bandages grew increasingly complex. Eventually, seven dazzling emblems appeared, forming a three-dimensional projection that floated in front of Sōjun Minamoto.
The sight made everyone instinctively lower their heads.
Throughout the entire process, neither Satoru Gojo nor the Disasters could perceive what was truly happening. All they saw were the inexplicable reactions of the civilians, paired with an equally inexplicable pressure rising around them.
It made them pause their actions, if only for a moment.
"Special Grades... as expected, not so easily swayed by emotion." Sōjun Minamoto sounded mildly regretful.
But he didn't dwell on it.
At last, his figure began to fully take shape.
The rampaging Cursed Spirits dissolved into the moonlight.
Ordinary people who had successfully become Seven Sins sorcerers transformed into black crystal orbs, floating skyward toward the moon above.
As the moonlight hit them, it refracted into radiant flares, each orb intensifying the light. The more there were, the stronger the glow.
It was as if an invisible staircase hung midair. Step by step, Sōjun Minamoto descended, moonlight spreading out beneath his feet.
Step... step... step...
The sound of his footsteps grew clearer.
The bandaged figure finally appeared fully in the eyes of the Special Grades.
The station lights softened—not the harsh glow of electric bulbs, but something gentler, almost ethereal.
The space around them opened up.
Only a few ordinary people remained. They had refused to pay the price, and so, could not gain power.
Sōjun Minamoto didn't spare them a glance.
They used the moment to slip into a corner and hide.
Satoru Gojo and the Disasters didn't make any sudden moves, positioning themselves to the left and right, flanking the bandaged figure.
The Disasters recognized him—they had met before the operation. But until now, they had never known who he really was. They had just assumed he was some random Curse User brought in for support.
Then, emotions stirred in Jogo. A strange familiarity welled up inside him.
The blurry figure in his memory sharpened... until, finally, he saw clearly—Sōjun Minamoto.
"It's you!"
Out of nowhere, he recalled something Noritoshi Kamo had once said while discussing the plan to seal Satoru Gojo.
"If he agreed to help, we wouldn't need all this trouble."
So that's what he meant...
The bandages over Sōjun Minamoto's left eye slowly unraveled, revealing the Star Eyes. That gaze pierced straight into the hearts of the Disasters.
Their forms began to twist and distort. A pulling force descended from the sky, guiding them upward.
"Huh?"
"Don't look at his eye!"
Mahito shouted.
The Disasters quickly looked down.
But the more they tried to avoid it, the clearer that eye became in their minds.
A wave of weightlessness overtook them. They could only watch as they floated farther from the ground, drifting toward the moon.
"So... we've already become those crystal orbs?!"
"You..." Gojo's voice trembled.
The bandages sealed shut again, and in the blink of an eye, Sōjun Minamoto was right in front of him.
There was nothing left to say at this point. Whether Gojo had recognized him or only guessed didn't matter.
It didn't change anything.
Ever since ascending to Special Grade, Satoru Gojo had become the busiest man in the Jujutsu world. Exorcisms, teaching, crisis management—anything unsolvable, just leave it to him, like now.
Sōjun Minamoto thought it was time the man got some rest.
The stars descended.
Countless brilliant points of light flared into existence, forming nine rotating star rings, each layer orbiting above the two of them.
The rings spun at varying speeds, directions, and angles. In the middle of that vast constellation, the two men stood facing one another.
A Domain pulls its target into a unique space. Sōjun Minamoto's Domain was an endless cosmos—wherever the starlight touched, it belonged to him.
And only a Domain could oppose another Domain.
Around Satoru Gojo, the starlight was halted—blocked by a sphere of deep, infinite darkness.
His own Domain: the Unlimited Void.
"My Domain... still doesn't have a name?" The thought flickered across Sōjun Minamoto's mind.
The black spheres fully closed in, and the two Domains collided—both men feeling the clash of opposing forces.
Satoru Gojo was surrounded by hostility. An unseen pressure tried to invade his body, leaving him with no room to react.
Fortunately...
The Unlimited Void had also enveloped his opponent. An endless flood of information poured into Sōjun's mind, clouding his instincts. He was just as locked in place.
"So it's down to this—whose Cursed Energy runs deeper, who understands curses better." The realization hit Gojo.
As he assessed their strengths and weaknesses, Sōjun Minamoto moved.
His body shifted slightly—and behind him, countless warped shadows emerged. The ones that had disintegrated moments ago returned, one after another.
The infinite information from the Domain streamed into the shadows.
Sōjun took a step forward. Then another. His strides grew smoother as he advanced toward Gojo.
Smack.
The distorted shadows vanished instantly.
Sōjun's right hand landed on Gojo's shoulder, the two now standing in a perfect line.
He knew the mechanics of the Unlimited Void well. Inside the Domain, direct contact with Satoru Gojo himself was enough to neutralize the overwhelming data flow.
And starlight—flowing from his hand—slowly spread across Gojo's body.
It was slow, but it was real.
A swirl of gray mist appeared at Sōjun's fingertips, sweeping toward Gojo. Just before it made contact, a crimson orb burst forth, scattering the mist.
The Unlimited Void vanished as Gojo leapt back, widening the distance.
The starlight on the platform lingered.
He had clearly won the Domain clash.
Sōjun toyed with the "Crimson" orb in his hand, the gray mist swirling around it. With a blink, he crushed it into nothing.
Gojo pressed his palms together, fingers forming a spear shape aimed at Sōjun.
"Purple."
Forward and reverse rotations exploded simultaneously. The clash within Limitless generated imaginary mass, which was then hurled toward the target—Gojo's Hollow Technique: Purple.
Sōjun didn't dodge. With a wave of his hand, the fog surrounding him surged, forming a vortex. At its center, a faint portal began to take shape.
Light, sound, and everything else nearby were drawn in, leaving only a deep black hole at the surface.
To Sōjun, it still looked gray.
Purple didn't collide or explode as expected—it vanished into the portal.
This was Sōjun's own Hollow Technique: a fusion of Cursed Technique Lapse and Reverse Cursed Technique, creating a temporary dimensional world.
That world would quickly collapse on its own—or dissolve at his will. Anything drawn in would be obliterated along with it.
He had held back. If he hadn't, the entire station would have been consumed.
Now some distance from Sōjun, Gojo found himself seriously considering retreat.
'Only a fool picks a fight with someone stronger.' He recalled saying that to Suguru Geto once.
Step. Step. Step...
Footsteps echoed, followed by a cube-sized object landing at his feet.
"The Prison Realm…" Gojo muttered.
He turned to flee.
"Gojo."
The familiar voice froze him. He turned back—and in that moment, he recognized Sōjun Minamoto.
Then he saw the black vortex orb in Sōjun's hand.
He knew that sphere well. It was the seal born from Suguru Geto's technique.
With the clarity of Six Eyes, he confirmed the Cursed Energy inside—it was Geto's.
"Sōjun." Gojo's gaze turned cold.
The Prison Realm at his feet had already begun to open, splitting into eight paths...
Suguru Geto's life force was still present.
Gojo steadied himself.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Sōjun didn't answer.
Gojo knew—he wasn't leaving today.
From the broken remnants of the eight Prison Realm fragments, blood-like matter grew, latching onto his body. An unfamiliar sense of weakness washed over him. His strength and Cursed Energy vanished.
Instead of panicking, he gave a small, dry laugh.
"Heh... Suguru, it's all up to you now."
The moment the words left his lips, the vortex in Sōjun's hand deepened, its structure tightening.
A technique Gojo had never seen before.
"So, you had one more trick after all." Sōjun chuckled, unfazed.
He casually tossed the vortex into the sky, where it floated alongside the crystal spheres orbiting the moon.
A minute passed.
The Prison Realm sealed shut.
Satoru Gojo was sealed.
The dust had settled.