Kenzo's gaze met Kenjaku's, a steely glint slicing through the scientist's stoic facade. He scanned the man's form, a predator assessing his prey. Silence crackled between them, thick with anticipation. Finally, Kenzo spoke, his voice a low rumble that resonated with power.
"I have no patience for games, Kenjaku. Yield the front of the prison realm, or your life ends now."
With those words, Kenzo unleashed a torrent of aura. The very air thrummed, reacting to his will. The ground beneath them shuddered, tremors rippling outwards. Tengen's barrier, once an impenetrable shield, groaned in protest, cracks snaking across its shimmering surface. The world itself seemed to bend under the weight of the Shadow Monarch's might.
Kenjaku's composure faltered. A flicker of fear crossed his eyes, but it was quickly masked by defiance. He straightened, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand.
Kenjaku's heart hammered against his ribs, a cold sweat slicking his skin. This wasn't Gojo, not the arrogant powerhouse he'd so meticulously imprisoned. This was something colder, older, tinged with the chill of the grave. This was the Shadow Monarch.
He knew of Kenzo's power, how he could turn death into a weapon, weaving fallen sorcerers into a terrifying army of shadows. Each whisper, each rumor sent shivers down his spine. Unlike others who collected intel through torture or fear tactics, Kenzo preferred his information direct from the source: the dead. Reviving fallen sorcerers, their memories intact, granted him access to knowledge most couldn't fathom.
Kenjaku's voice, laced with a desperate edge, cut through the tension. "You are just like him," he spat, his cold sweat mirroring the beads forming on Kenjaku brow.
Kenzo's amusement flickered. "Choose your next words carefully, scientist," he said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "They may very well be your last."
Silence descended, thick and suffocating. Kenjaku's eyes darted around, searching for an escape, a weakness in the looming shadows. He knew Kenzo wouldn't repeat himself; the Shadow Monarch was a man of action, not empty threats.
With a resigned sigh, Kenjaku reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, intricate cube. He tossed it towards Kenzo, his hand trembling slightly. The cube glittered faintly, a silent promise of power.
Kenzo caught it effortlessly, his keen eyes scanning its surface. He recognized the artifact – the key to the prison realm, the very thing he craved. A flicker of triumph danced in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by suspicion.
From his shadow, a figure materialized, tendrils of darkness coalescing into a familiar form. Mahito, the twisted curse user, grinned at Kenjaku, his eyes glinting with malicious glee. He seemed to savor the scientist's despair, his own role in the play already understood.
"As you handed it to me as I requested," Kenzo's voice was cold, devoid of emotion, "you may leave. I won't stop you."
Kenjaku's heart hammered against his ribs. He knew the lie was as thick as the shadows around him. Every instinct screamed at him to flee, yet leaving him surrounded by Kenzo's soldiers was akin to a lamb entering a lion's den.
But then, a spark of defiance flickered in his eyes. Kenzo might see him as a bug, but even the smallest insect can sting. He wouldn't go down without a fight.
"You a mad scientist right,being surrounded by the unknow is the best for your people so have fun till your last breath"Kenzo said walking away as Mahito looking at Kenjaku before saying "Long time to no see Geto-kun,or should i call you Kenny"
As the oppressive atmosphere of Kenzo's realm closed in on Kenjaku, a strange metamorphosis occurred within the depths of his being. Dread, initially the dominant emotion, began to intertwine with a peculiar sense of excitement. The impending doom that awaited him transformed into an exhilarating thrill, and a spark of defiance ignited within the mad scientist's soul.
Kenjaku's eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, an unsettling grin tugging at the corners of his lips. If he was to meet his demise in this surreal domain, surrounded by shadows and unpredictable entities, then so be it. The impending chaos and the unknown that loomed over him held a strange allure.
He found himself embracing the impending chaos with a newfound zeal, relishing the prospect of unpredictability. The impending encounter with the enigmatic figures that inhabited this dark realm seemed like a twisted dance, and Kenjaku was prepared to waltz through it, leaving his mark upon the shadows.
In the face of the inevitable, Kenjaku's dread morphed into a bizarre form of exhilaration. He welcomed the impending storm, determined to revel in the chaos until his very last breath.
Kenjaku's excitement bubbled forth in an unsettling display of enthusiasm. His eyes gleamed with an unhinged delight as he goaded Mahito, goading the curse user to unleash his full potential. The mad scientist reveled in the chaos that surrounded him, the shadows pulsating with energy that matched the fervor in his heart.
"Come at me, Mahito!" Kenjaku's voice echoed in the dark expanse, a distorted blend of madness and anticipation. "Don't be a disappointment."
A/N....huh i did it,3 chapter done for the week....