Kazuki's eyes fluttered open to a vast expanse of endless sand. The night sky above him was dominated by a blood-red eclipse that cast an ominous glow across the dunes.
"Where...am I?" he muttered, slowly rising to his feet. His footsteps sank into the soft sand as he turned in a circle, taking in the alien landscape. There was nothing but desert in every direction.
Kazuki froze as he noticed the sand beneath his feet beginning to swirl and shift. A patch of quicksand was forming under him, sucking his feet down inch by inch. He struggled to pull free, but the more he fought, the faster the sand dragged him down.
"No...no!" Kazuki shouted, terror rising in his chest. He thrashed violently, but only succeeded in sinking up to his knees. The quicksand was unrelenting, continuing to swallow him at an alarming rate.
He looked up desperately at the eclipsed moon, its crimson light bathing the sand in a hellish glow. This had to be a nightmare...but the sand rapidly enveloping his body felt horribly, undeniably real.
"Somebody...help!" Kazuki cried out in vain. He was now up to his chest in the quicksand, its grip tightening like a vice. He clawed at the sand, his fingernails scraping uselessly against the surface as he was sucked further down.
Just as Kazuki felt the last remnants of hope slipping away, he saw a glimmer of light in the darkness. It grew closer, revealing itself to be the miniature form Tsukuyomi. As he drew near Kazuki.
"Kazuki," Tsukuyomi whispered, his voice both melodic and chilling. "You've been fighting so hard, struggling for so long. Wouldn't you like to put an end to all your pain and suffering?"
Kazuki stared at the deity, his heart pounding with fear and desperation. Was this truly his only way out?
"Give me control of your body, Kazuki," Tsukuyomi continued, his voice dripping with persuasive sweetness. "In return, I promise you freedom from your torment. No longer will you have to bear the weight of vengeance on your shoulders."
The thought of finally being free from his burdens was tantalizing. The idea of escaping the pain that had consumed him for so long seemed too good to be true. Kazuki's mind raced, torn between his desire to survive and the seductive allure of Tsukuyomi's offer.
Kazuki hesitated, his heart heavy with the weight of his choice. The temptation was overwhelming, but he couldn't shake the feeling that giving in would mean losing himself entirely.
"Please," he pleaded, his eyes welling with tears. "I don't want to be swallowed by darkness."
"Then let me help you, Kazuki," Tsukuyomi urged, his voice soft and soothing. "Together, we can leave this desolate place behind."
Kazuki looked deep into the eyes of the god before him, searching for any hint of deception. In that moment, he knew that he had to make a choice – give in to Tsukuyomi's tempting offer or continue fighting against the quicksand that threatened to consume him.
Inside Kazuki's mind, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions churned. "I can't give in, not now," he thought desperately, every passing second feeling like an eternity.
"I won't let this end here," he promised himself, resisting the sinking feeling that threatened to consume him.
In the outside world, amidst the carnage and chaos, Obanai lay on the ground, his wrists still bound by thick ropes. He could barely breathe, but his eyes were wide open, fixated on the horrifying scene before him. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he gritted his teeth in frustration. The ropes had cut into his skin, leaving raw, bloody marks, but the pain was nothing compared to the helplessness that gnawed at him.
Tsukuyomi's laughter echoed through the air as he continued his rampage, mercilessly slaughtering anyone who dared to stand in his way.
Obanai's eyes locked onto Kazuki's form, now taken over by the deity. In one hand, Kazuki held the lightning-infused tanto, its blade sizzling with every movement, and in the other, the curved katana gleamed menacingly. It filled him with rage and desperation.
"Kazuki," Obanai whispered, his voice hoarse from shouting earlier. "I won't let you be this monster's puppet."
With a renewed sense of determination, Obanai's eyes flickered around, searching for a means of escape. His gaze landed on a jagged rock lying nearby, its sharp edges glistening with potential. He felt a spark of hope ignite within him.
Taking a deep breath, Obanai began to inch towards the rock, using every ounce of strength left in him to drag his battered body across the ground. His muscles screamed in protest, but he refused to give up.
"Almost there..." he muttered under his breath, feeling a bead of sweat roll down his cheek.
His fingers finally brushed against the cold, rough surface of the rock. Grasping it tightly, Obanai maneuvered it to the ropes binding his wrists. He began sawing frantically, the sharp edge cutting through the fibers with each desperate motion.
"Come on!" he growled, struggling to keep his focus as Tsukuyomi's manic laughter continued to echo around him.
Slowly but surely, the ropes began to fray, and Obanai could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. He couldn't afford to fail - Kazuki's life was at stake.