The air inside the tower room was thick with perfume and sin. Moonlight spilled across the velvet bed where Hiyori struggled, bound in silver chains that wrapped around her like a cruel lover. Her delicate white dress was torn, clinging to her flushed skin, exposing her bare shoulders and thighs. Every movement made the chains bite against her, the cold metal teasing her skin and stealing her dignity.
Standing above her, smiling like a dark queen, was Misz.
"You poor little thing," Misz cooed, brushing a strand of Hiyori's hair away from her tear-streaked face. "Still waiting for your precious sister to save you?"
Hiyori glared at her, heart pounding. "Suma would never...!"
Misz laughed—a deep, wicked sound that echoed through the room. She leaned down, her lips brushing Hiyori's ear as she whispered.
"But she already has, my sweet snowflake. She betrayed you for your sake. I offered her the power to awaken you... and she took it."
Hiyori froze, the words sinking into her like knives.
"Suma... betrayed me...?"
Misz dragged a sharp fingernail down Hiyori's exposed collarbone, leaving a trail of cold fire in its wake. "She gave up your brother's hidden power—the Spirit God's blessing—just to save you. So naive. So deliciously stupid."
Tears welled in Hiyori's eyes. A part of her, deep down, had always known how much Suma loved her. That her sister would do anything... even if it meant damning herself. The guilt twisted in Hiyori's chest, tighter than the chains around her body.
"Don't cry," Misz purred mockingly. "Your suffering is just beginning."
Outside the tower, under the blood-red moon, the real battle had already begun.
Suma stood before the gate, her white snow fairy robe fluttering around her. Her black hair had turned a shimmering silver-blue—the symbol of her awakened Spirit. The air around her glittered with frost.
"Forgive me, Onee-chan..." Suma whispered, her hands forming ancient seals.
Ice erupted from the ground, forming spears and swirling blizzards. The dark spirits guarding the tower screeched and rushed toward her.
But Gojo, bare-chested and burning with fury, charged ahead.
With no weapon, no magic—only pure, unstoppable will—he met the horde.
A black spirit lunged. Gojo grabbed it mid-air and slammed it into the earth, the ground cracking under the force. Another spirit tried to impale him, but Gojo sidestepped, his muscles rippling, and shattered it with a brutal punch.
Suma stared, awe and fear mixing in her chest.
"H-He's beating them... with his bare hands?!"
But there was no time to hesitate. The army was endless.
Gojo shouted, "Suma! Clear the path!"
"R-right!" she answered, weaving her snow magic into a storm of razor-sharp ice, slicing through the waves of enemies. Together, they fought—Suma's magic and Gojo's fists—a wild, desperate dance under the night sky.
When the last spirit fell, the tower doors loomed before them.
Gojo didn't wait. He kicked them open with a roar that shook the heavens.
Inside, the scent of perfume hit him first.
Then he saw her.
Hiyori.
Half-naked, chained, shivering on the bed.
"HIYORI!!" Gojo screamed, his voice breaking.
But before he could rush to her side, Misz stepped into view, her crimson eyes gleaming. Her body was clad in tight, black leather that left little to the imagination. Every curve, every wicked smirk, was designed to tempt and torment.
"My, my," she purred, licking her lips. "You made it this far, little Spirit God."
Gojo didn't answer. He charged her, fists burning with raw, divine fury.
But Misz was faster.
Her whip cracked through the air, striking Gojo's chest with a force that sent him flying into the wall. His body crumpled, gasping for air.
"Pathetic," Misz said, sauntering toward him. "Did you really think you could defeat me with brute strength alone?"
Suma burst into the room, eyes wild. "Misz!!"
She hurled a barrage of snow spears at the witch.
Misz lazily waved her hand, and a storm of dark magic shredded the attack like paper. In an instant, she was in front of Suma, seizing her throat and slamming her against the wall.
"You betrayed your precious brother for nothing," Misz hissed. "You're weak. You're nothing."
Suma struggled, her face turning pale.
Gojo tried to move—tried to stand—but his body refused.
Misz raised her hand, black lightning crackling. "Now die, little traitor."
The bolt came down—
—but it never hit.
Because at that moment, Gojo's body exploded with golden light.
The room trembled. The chains binding Hiyori snapped. The dark magic recoiled in terror.
A sword appeared in Gojo's hand—long, brilliant, pulsing with divine energy. Ancient runes burned along the blade's surface.
It was the Blade of Zero.
A weapon forged by the Spirit God himself.
A blade that nullified all magic, all spirit powers to nothingness.
Gojo rose to his feet, golden winds swirling around him. His bare chest glowed with sacred symbols. His hair whipped wildly in the storm of energy.
"You," Gojo said, his voice calm and terrifying, "will never touch them again."
Misz sneered. "You think some shiny sword will save you—?"
Gojo moved.
She didn't even see it.
In an instant, the blade cleaved through her magic, cutting through her barrier like it was mist.
Misz screamed, stumbling back as the blade's power stripped her strength away.
"You—You little—!!"
Gojo didn't stop. He drove the blade into her chest.
A burst of divine light erupted from the wound, swallowing her whole. Misz shrieked, her form dissolving into ash and shadow.
And then, silence.
Gojo dropped the sword, panting, sweat dripping from his body.
He turned.
Suma lay slumped against the wall, bloodied but breathing.
Hiyori knelt on the bed, covering her body with a torn sheet, her violet eyes wide with awe and love.
Gojo stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside them.
"You're safe..." he gasped, pulling them into his arms.
Hiyori burst into tears, clutching his neck. "Nii-sama... I'm sorry... I'm sorry...!"
Suma sobbed against his chest. "I-I thought... I thought you'd hate me..."
Gojo held them tighter, their bodies trembling against his.
"You're my sisters," he said hoarsely. "Nothing will ever change that. Nothing."
The three of them stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together in tears and trembling laughter.
Finally, Gojo stood, lifting both girls easily into his arms.
"Let's go home," he said, smiling gently.
Outside, the portal shimmered—golden now, pure and safe.
As they stepped through, leaving the nightmare behind, the future ahead burned bright.
Together, they would heal.
Together, they would fight.
Together, they would be free.
To Be Continued.