章 31: Gojo vs. Abeloth Spawn
11500 words i will post again at sunday since this was the biggest chapter ive ever made
Gojo could feel the relentless pressure of the Abeloth spawn bearing down on him, its dark, twisted energy threatening to overwhelm even his most potent defenses. The Dharma Wheel above his head spun furiously, adapting and shifting in a desperate attempt to counter the overwhelming darkness that the spawn seemed capable of manipulating at will. Despite the advantage the Dharma Wheel provided, Gojo could sense that he was still at a disadvantage—this creature was unlike anything he had ever faced.
Realizing that he needed to change the tide of the battle, Gojo gritted his teeth and made a decision. He knew he had one more card to play, one that he had only recently gained access to, thanks to his pact with Mahoraga. With a voice that resonated with both determination and a hint of exhilaration, Gojo declared:
GOJO: "Domain Expansion: Chimera Shadow Garden!"
The space around Gojo began to distort as the air grew thick with a palpable, oppressive darkness. The ground beneath his feet liquefied into an inky black pool, spreading out rapidly in all directions. As the darkness expanded, the boundaries of reality seemed to blur, as though the world itself was being swallowed by an abyss.
Within this domain, the shadows came alive, writhing and shifting with a malevolent intelligence. The sky above was obscured by swirling, dark clouds that occasionally parted to reveal a chilling sight—twisted, monstrous forms barely visible in the depths, moving like predators just beyond the veil. The trees that sprouted from the blackened ground were gnarled and skeletal, their branches reaching out like the talons of some forgotten beast. The air was thick with a cold, cloying mist that seemed to cling to the skin, whispering secrets of forgotten horrors.
But the most menacing aspect of the Chimera Shadow Garden was its very essence—within this domain, Gojo could manifest any shadow creature he desired, each one more terrifying than the last. These creatures, born of his cursed energy and the depths of his subconscious, moved with a predatory grace, their forms barely distinguishable from the shadows that birthed them.
The Dharma Wheel above Gojo's head began to spin at an alarming speed, emitting a series of rapid, metallic sounds—CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK—as it struggled to stabilize the domain, adapting to the sheer power and intensity of the Chimera Shadow Garden.
For a moment, Gojo could feel the strain of maintaining such a vast and complex domain. His cursed energy threatened to burn out, the sheer scale of the Chimera Shadow Garden proving to be more than he had anticipated. But just as he felt himself beginning to falter, the Dharma Wheel responded. Its rotation became a blur, the rapid spinning creating a vortex of cursed energy that enveloped Gojo, feeding his power back into the domain.
Then, Gojo heard a final CLANK sound, signaling the completion of the adaptation. His eyes widened as the realization hit him, a wild grin spreading across his face despite the situation. "AHHHHHHHAHAHAHA... so no burnt out time for me every time I pull off a domain, huh?" He couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all—his pact with Mahoraga had not only given him the power to create this monstrous domain, but it had also granted him the ability to sustain it without the usual cost.
The Abeloth spawn, once so confident in its ability to manipulate the darkness, now found itself surrounded on all sides by Gojo's nightmarish creations. The shadowy forms loomed over it, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light, their mouths twisted into fearsome grins that mirrored Gojo's own. The creature's movements became frantic as it realized the extent of Gojo's power, its once formidable presence now dwarfed by the overwhelming force arrayed against it.
But Gojo wasn't done. He created a thousand clones of himself, each one identical to the original, their combined presence adding to the crushing pressure within the domain. The clones, as real as Gojo himself, moved in perfect synchronization, their eyes locked on the Abeloth spawn as they prepared to strike, while original gojo get out of his domain to deal with the dimension he was trapped.
With a final command, Gojo set his domain on autopilot, ensuring that it would continue to assault the spawn even in his absence. Satisfied, he focused his energy, channeling his cursed technique to its maximum potential.
"Blue," Gojo whispered, the word echoing through the darkness. A brilliant, spiraling vortex of energy erupted from his hands, warping the very fabric of the dark dimension that held him captive. The space around him twisted and contorted as if reality itself was being crushed under the weight of Gojo's power. With a final, forceful push, he shattered the barrier, breaking free of the dark dimension.
In an instant, Gojo found himself high in the sky above Mos Espa, the city spread out far below him. He hovered there for a moment, the wind whipping around him as he surveyed the scene. He knew that the Abeloth spawn, or what remained of it, might escape the domain at any moment. It was only a matter of time before it would try to pursue him.
Realizing the potential danger to those below, Gojo made a swift decision. With a burst of speed, he shot toward the blackened sky, heading straight for the largest of Tatooine's moons, Ghomrassen. The barren, rocky surface of the moon loomed closer as Gojo closed the distance, his mind already calculating the next move in this deadly game.
As he landed on Ghomrassen's surface, Gojo quickly surveyed his surroundings. The desolate landscape was illuminated only by the faint light of Tatooine's twin suns in the distance. The silence was deafening, but Gojo knew it wouldn't last. He had to prepare for whatever was coming next.
Standing on the cold, unforgiving surface of Ghomrassen, Gojo prepared himself for the next phase of the battle. The dark sky above seemed to pulse with energy as if the very universe was holding its bre Standing on the cold, unforgiving surface of Ghomrassen, Gojo prepared himself for the next phase of the battle. The dark sky above seemed to pulse with energy as if the very universe was holding its breath in anticipation. Gojo's mind raced, contemplating his next move. The relentless power of the Abeloth spawn required more than just raw strength; it demanded ingenuity, something truly unexpected.
A wild idea began to form in his mind—an idea so reckless that it almost made him laugh. Gojo had faced countless battles and mastered unimaginable powers, but this... this was something different. With a grin, he began to channel his cursed energy, focusing it with an intensity that caused the very air around him to vibrate.
His hands moved with precision, weaving the cursed energy into a tangible form. The object that began to take shape was something both familiar and foreign to him—a Sukuna Finger, or rather, something that resembled it. The cursed object, similar to those back in his home world, exuded an aura of malevolence, its presence dark and foreboding.
But as Gojo held it, his eyes widened in surprise. This wasn't just a replica. Somehow, inexplicably, it felt real. "How the hell did I end up with an actual Sukuna Finger?" he muttered to himself, incredulous. The object in his hand was unmistakable, radiating the same ominous energy as the cursed relics from his world.
He had intended to create a similar object, something powerful enough to aid him in this battle, but what he had in his hands was more than he had bargained for. This was the real deal, a true Sukuna Finger, transported across dimensions. The realization sent a shiver down his spine, but there was no time to dwell on it. The battle wasn't over, and Gojo knew he needed every advantage he could get.
Without hesitation, Gojo brought the cursed object to his lips. His heart pounded in his chest as he made the reckless decision to consume it. The instant he gulped it down, a surge of cursed energy coursed through his body, unlike anything he had ever felt before. His senses heightened, his strength amplified, and with it, the ominous presence of Sukuna's power intertwined with his own.
Gojo's eyes gleamed with a mixture of exhilaration and caution. This was uncharted territory, even for him, but the stakes demanded it. Whatever was coming, Gojo was ready to meet it head-on, armed not just with his own immense power,
Gojo had expected a surge of power, perhaps even a temporary loss of control as Sukuna's malevolent energy merged with his own. But what he hadn't anticipated was being pulled into Sukuna's innate domain—a twisted, hellish landscape where cursed energy flowed like rivers of blood, and the sky was an endless expanse of dark, swirling clouds.
He found himself standing in the center of this nightmarish realm, his senses still tingling with the overwhelming power coursing through him. But before he could fully take in his surroundings, a figure materialized before him—a monstrous presence that exuded pure malevolence.
It was Sukuna.
The King of Curses stood tall and imposing, his muscular form radiating a terrifying presence. Four powerful arms crossed over his broad chest, while four eyes, set on either side of his fearsome face, gleamed with a mix of curiosity and malevolence. His face split into a wicked grin, revealing sharp, predatory teeth, and the large mouth on his stomach twisted into an equally sinister expression. The two eyes on the right side of his face were positioned on a white, flesh-like plate, adding an even more unnatural and intimidating aspect to his appearance. His body was adorned with dark, intricate tattoos that seemed to pulse with cursed energy.
One of Sukuna's mouths moved as he spoke, his voice a low, rumbling growl that echoed through the dark expanse. "So, this is the body prepared for me," Sukuna mused, his tone dripping with arrogance as he sized up Gojo. "You must be one of the sorcerers foolish enough to think they can control me."
But before Sukuna could continue his taunting, Gojo, ever the unpredictable force, acted on instinct. With lightning-fast reflexes, he launched a punch straight at Sukuna, his fist connecting with a satisfying crack against the King of Curses' face.
The blow sent Sukuna reeling back, more out of surprise than actual pain. He hadn't expected Gojo to attack so boldly, especially in a place where Sukuna held all the cards. But Gojo, who had been a prodigy of strength and tenacity since his youth, wasn't one to back down from a challenge—especially not from someone like Sukuna.
Gojo's grin widened, his eyes flashing with unrestrained excitement. "You think you're in control here?" he said, his voice calm but with an edge that hinted at the chaos he could unleash. "Try me. I'm curious to see what happens when you cross paths with Gojo Satoru."
Sukuna's initial shock quickly melted into a grin of his own, his four eyes narrowing with dark delight. The idea of a challenge excited him, especially from someone who dared to strike first in his own domain.
"Interesting," Sukuna hissed, his voice laced with anticipation. "Let's see if you can back up that arrogance, sorce—
Sukuna, still hissing in anticipation, was cut off mid-sentence as Gojo, ever the strategist, suddenly interjected.
"Wait," Gojo said, his voice taking on a more calculated tone. "I think we need to coexist for a while. Also Do you even know where we are?"
Sukuna, still reeling from the unexpected punch and Gojo's audacious challenge, began to delve into the memories of the man standing before him. As the memories flooded into his mind, his initial amusement twisted into something darker—a deep, mocking laughter that echoed through the twisted landscape of his domain.
His four eyes gleamed with malevolent glee as he pieced together the fragmented memories: Gojo's arrival in the Star Wars universe, his overwhelming battles, the alliances he'd formed with unlikely companions, and the relentless destruction he had wrought upon those who dared to oppose him. Sukuna saw it all—Gojo's storming of Lady Valarian's stronghold, his brutal takedown of hundreds of fighters, and his manipulation of the Star Wars galaxy's most notorious figures, including Jabba the Hutt.
Sukuna's laughter grew louder KUKUKKUKUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, more deranged, as he relished the chaos Gojo had unleashed upon this strange new world.
"So," Sukuna finally said, his voice dripping with sardonic glee, "you've been running around in a galaxy far, far away, causing mayhem and playing the hero. You took down crime lords, ripped through armies, and even scared the life out of some worm of a Hutt. And let's not forget you've managed to make a mockery of the so-called Force users, turning their sacred traditions into your personal playground."
Sukuna's grin widened, revealing rows of sharp teeth as he continued to sift through Gojo's memories. "You've faced 3rd rate Trash , meddled with Jedi, and even managed to summon that pathetic excuse of a shikigami Nue in front of them all. You've recently manage to use your domain expansion , about to turned their world upside down, and now... you've somehow dragged me into this twisted circus of yours."
Gojo, still standing with his characteristic cocky grin, watched as Sukuna reveled in the chaos of his adventures. The King of Curses' laughter was filled with dark amusement, as if he couldn't believe the absurdity of what he was witnessing.
"And now," Sukuna continued, his tone mocking yet intrigued, "you think you can fight me in my own domain, or perhaps you think we can... coexist? You truly are something else, Gojo Satoru. But let me be clear, sorcerer—this little alliance of yours is only temporary-----
Sukuna's mocking speech was abruptly cut off as a violent tremor shook the very fabric of his innate domain. Both he and Gojo instinctively knew what this meant—something, or rather someone, had reached Gojo's body on the outside. The oppressive, malevolent presence of the Abeloth spawn was now breaching into their space, threatening to tear through the fragile alliance they were attempting to form.
Gojo, ever quick on his feet, was the first to break the tense silence that followed. A wild grin spread across his face as he sensed the impending chaos. "Looks like my trouble has finally reached here," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and seriousness. The grin didn't waver as he turned to Sukuna, whose eyes were now gleaming with both interest and malevolent anticipation.
Sukuna's grin mirrored Gojo's, albeit with a far more sinister edge. The King of Curses was clearly intrigued by this turn of events, and he could feel the raw, chaotic energy of the Abeloth spawn seeping into the domain, challenging their very existence.
Knowing they were at a critical juncture, Gojo didn't waste any time. He took a step forward, his gaze locking with Sukuna's as he proposed something that only someone with his level of audacity could suggest.
"Let's make a binding vow," Gojo began, his voice confident and unyielding. He couldn't help but chuckle as he continued, the weight of the previous vow he made with Mahoraga still fresh in his mind. "I want your knowledge about your shrine, your domain expansion, and—if the rumors are true—your open-type domain."
Sukuna's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he considered the proposal. The idea of sharing his most sacred and dangerous techniques with anyone, even someone as formidable as Gojo, was not something he would entertain lightly. Yet, the situation was dire, and even Sukuna recognized the strategic advantage of combining their powers, if only temporarily.
For a moment, the two stood in silence, the tension between them palpable. The ground beneath them continued to tremble, a reminder of the external threat that loomed ever closer.
Sukuna's grin slowly returned, darker and more menacing than before. "A binding vow, huh?" he mused, his voice low and dangerous. "You're asking for a lot, sorcerer. My shrine, my domain expansion... Do you even know what you're getting yourself into?"
Gojo's eyes gleamed with unbridled confidence. "I know exactly what I'm getting into. And I also know that without that knowledge, we're both dead."
Sukuna let out a low, sinister laugh, his interest piqued by Gojo's boldness. "Very well. I'll share my knowledge, but in return, you will let me manifest—completely—at least once, without interference. I'll have my fun, and you'll have your power. But be warned, Gojo Satoru, this vow binds us both. Break it, and the consequences will be more than you can handle."
Gojo's grin didn't falter as he heard Sukuna's terms. Instead, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sly smile. "How about I make a counteroffer?"
Sukuna raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary.
Gojo's voice was calm, almost playful, as he proposed, "I'll feed you myself—nineteen fingers at the same time. All of them. And then... let's wrestle for control. Whoever wins takes over this body."
Sukuna's eyes widened slightly, his four pupils narrowing into dangerous slits. The audacity of Gojo's counteroffer was staggering, even for someone like Sukuna. To consume all remaining fingers at once would mean fusing Sukuna's entire essence with Gojo's, creating a cataclysmic battle of wills within one body. The outcome was impossible to predict, and that uncertainty sent a thrill through Sukuna's dark heart.
For a moment, the air between them crackled with tension, the weight of the offer hanging heavy. Then, Sukuna's grin returned, more wicked and feral than before. He leaned in closer, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "You truly are insane, Gojo Satoru. I accept your counteroffer. But remember, once the deal is sealed, there's no turning back."
Gojo matched Sukuna's grin with one of his own, his blue eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and excitement. "Who said anything about turning back? I've never backed down from a fight, and I'm not about to start now."
The two forces of nature, bound by their new vow, stood ready to face whatever horrors awaited them. With the binding vow sealed, Gojo felt Sukuna's knowledge flood into him, unlocking the secrets of the shrine, the domain expansion, and the enigmatic open-type domain.
But even as he prepared for the battle ahead, a part of Gojo couldn't help but revel in the sheer madness of what he had just agreed to. He had gambled everything on a single, monumental bet—one that could either elevate him to unparalleled power or plunge him into unimaginable chaos.
As the tremors intensified, signaling the approach of the Abeloth spawn, Gojo and Sukuna readied themselves for the inevitable clash. The stage was set, and with their pact forged in the fires of madness, they would face whatever came next—together, or not at all.
Abeloth Spawn POV
The Abeloth spawn, despite its limited intelligence, was not completely devoid of awareness. It recognized danger, and the overwhelming sense of it pressed in from all sides as it found itself surrounded by countless versions of the same enemy—the one who had already caused it so much pain. Thousands of Gojo Satorus, each exuding an aura of menace, stood ready to strike, their eyes gleaming with a deadly confidence.
Around them, the very shadows seemed alive, twisting and writhing as if waiting for the perfect moment to attack. Dark, monstrous creatures formed from the shadows, each more terrifying than the last, and each one focused solely on the spawn. They were products of this cursed place, a nightmarish domain from which there seemed to be no escape.
The Abeloth spawn moved with brute force, its primal instincts driving it to lash out at the encroaching threats. With every swing of its clawed hands, it tore through the shadowy figures and Gojo clones, its strength undeniable. It was a powerhouse, smashing through any illusion of weakness the domain might have projected. Each strike resonated with the raw power of its dark origins, leaving destruction in its wake.
But even as it dominated the battlefield, laying waste to the shadow creatures and shattering the clones with ease, the reality of its situation began to dawn on the Abeloth spawn. No matter how many it destroyed, more Gojo clones appeared, and the shadows only seemed to grow thicker, more oppressive. The air itself was heavy with the dark energy that confined it within this cursed domain.
The spawn could feel it—this was a trap, a place from which there was no escape. Its limited mind struggled to comprehend the situation fully, but the one thing it understood with crystal clarity was that it was imprisoned here, unable to break free.
It roared in frustration, its guttural cry echoing through the dark expanse of the domain. But the sound was hollow, pitiful even, as the damage to its throat prevented it from unleashing the full force of its rage. The domain seemed to mock it, the oppressive shadows closing in tighter with every failed attempt to break free.
The Abeloth spawn, despite its ferocity and brute strength, found itself trapped in a nightmarish cycle. Every Gojo clone it destroyed was replaced by another, and the shadow creatures seemed to multiply endlessly. It was as if the domain itself was alive, taunting and suffocating her at every turn. The realization of being trapped started to seep into the creature's limited consciousness, driving it to a state of maddened frustration.
But then, just as the walls of darkness seemed to close in for the final time, something shifted. The oppressive grip of the domain weakened, the shadows no longer pressing in with the same intensity. The domain was collapsing, unraveling from within as the dark energy that sustained it began to falter. The endless horde of Gojo clones and shadow beasts dissolved into nothingness, leaving the Abeloth spawn standing alone in the crumbling remnants of the Chimera Shadow Garden.
With a guttural snarl, the spawn felt the chains of its imprisonment lift. It was free. The dark sky above Tatooine, once clear and oppressive, now mirrored the chaos within. Black clouds swirled ominously, blotting out the suns and casting the desert world into an unnatural twilight.
The spawn's instincts kicked in, driving it to seek out its adversary—the silver-haired man who had caused it so much pain. Its senses, though dulled by its own limited intelligence, could still detect the lingering traces of his cursed energy. It latched onto that presence, feeling the pull toward the sky, where the battle had taken an unexpected turn.
As the Abeloth spawn gathered its strength, preparing to pursue Gojo across the vastness of space, the ominous energy it exuded began to spread. The sky over Tatooine darkened even further, a reflection of the malevolent force that now roamed free. The creature's rage and frustration fueled its power, driving it to find Gojo and exact its revenge.
The hunt was on. The spawn knew that the silver-haired sorcerer was no longer on the surface of Tatooine, but it would find him. The skies darkened with the promise of an impending clash, one that would shake the very stars.
The Abeloth spawn, driven by primal instinct and a thirst for revenge, turned its gaze skyward. It could feel the distant pulse of Gojo's cursed energy, now faint but unmistakable, emanating from a nearby moon. Without hesitation, the spawn spread its dark, tendril-like wings and launched itself into the sky, leaving the darkness over Tatooine behind as it surged through the void of space.
The journey was swift, propelled by the sheer malevolence of the spawn's will. The stars blurred past as it honed in on its target, crossing the vast distance between Tatooine and Ghomrassen in mere moments. As it descended onto the moon's barren surface, the spawn's eyes locked onto the silver-haired figure standing alone amidst the desolation.
Gojo stood there, seemingly inactive, his once fierce aura subdued. His previous injuries, the gaping wounds that had marred his body, were miraculously healed, leaving no trace of the brutal battle he had endured. Yet, something was different—something about him seemed... off.
The Abeloth spawn landed with a crash, the ground beneath it shattering from the impact. It prowled forward cautiously, circling Gojo with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. The sorcerer's eyes were half-lidded, his breathing steady but shallow. He appeared almost lifeless, a stark contrast to the relentless force of nature that had fought the spawn so fiercely before.
But despite appearances, the spawn's instincts screamed caution. There was a dangerous undercurrent in the air, a tension that belied the sorcerer's seemingly weakened state. The spawn snarled, low and menacing, trying to provoke a reaction from Gojo, but he remained unmoving, almost as if in a trance.
The spawn hesitated, unsure of its next move. Its intelligence was limited, its understanding of the situation shallow at best, but it knew better than to rush in blindly. The power it had sensed from Gojo was far too great to be dismissed, even in this seemingly vulnerable state. It circled Gojo once more, wary of any sudden movements, its mind a chaotic mix of rage and confusion
As the Abeloth spawn coiled its dark tendrils, ready to strike, the air around Gojo began to shift, an almost imperceptible hum of energy growing in intensity. The smile on Gojo's face, subtle and knowing, sent an instinctive jolt of dread through the spawn. It hesitated, its primal instincts warning it of the danger that lurked just beneath the surface of this seemingly vulnerable foe.
But before the spawn could react, the world around it changed. The barren landscape of the moon twisted and warped, the ground beneath its feet dissolving into inky blackness. It found itself once again ensnared in Gojo's Domain Expansion: Chimera Shadow Garden. The dark domain materialized around the spawn, but this time it was different—thinner, more fragile, as if it had been hastily constructed. The shadows were less oppressive, the creatures within them less formidable.
Sensing the weakness in this new domain, the Abeloth spawn didn't hesitate. With a feral snarl, it unleashed a wave of destructive energy, tearing through the flimsy barriers of the Chimera Shadow Garden. The domain shattered like glass, fragments of darkness scattering into the void as the spawn broke free.
But its victory was short-lived.
As the remnants of the shattered domain fell away, the spawn was greeted by an ominous sight. Gojo stood before it, his eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. In his hand, a fire , cursed arrow crackled with fiery energy—the unmistakable signature of Sukuna's power. The arrow, wreathed in red orange flames, pulsed with malevolent energy, ready to unleash devastation.
Gojo's grin widened, his voice filled with dark amusement. "Open."
With that single word, he released the arrow. It shot forward with terrifying speed, its flames leaving a blazing trail in its wake. The Abeloth spawn barely had time to register the attack before it struck, the cursed arrow piercing through its twisted form with unerring precision.
An instant later, the arrow detonated. The explosion was cataclysmic, a blinding flash of light followed by a shockwave that tore through the atmosphere of Ghomrassen. The force of the blast sent debris flying in all directions, and the very ground trembled beneath the sheer power of the attack. The sound of the explosion reverberated across the moon and echoed out into the vacuum of space, reaching all the way to Tatooine.
From the distant planet, those who looked up at the sky saw a flash of light, followed by a delayed, earth-shaking boom. The sky seemed to ripple as the shockwave passed, leaving a trail of awe and fear in its wake.
As the dust settled on the moon's surface, Gojo stood at the center of the devastation, his eyes scanning the scorched ground where the Abeloth spawn had been. The remnants of the creature lay scattered, its once fearsome form reduced to charred fragments. The battle was over, but the echoes of its power still lingered in the air, a reminder of the dark forces that had been unleashed.
Gojo's grin faded slightly as he assessed the aftermath.
As Gojo stood amidst the destruction, his grin fading into a more serious expression, he could sense that something was off. The remnants of the Abeloth spawn didn't sit right with him—there was an unsettling emptiness in the aftermath, a feeling that the battle wasn't truly over. His instincts screamed that this creature, this manifestation of Abeloth's power, was not fully vanquished.
Drawing on the dark power he had gained from Sukuna, Gojo's eyes narrowed with fierce determination. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a barrage of Dismantle, the cursed energy slicing through the air around him in all directions. The energy waves, cutting through the barren landscape like a hot knife through butter. Each slash was precise, devastating, and filled with an overwhelming force that left nothing untouched.
The barrage wasn't random; Gojo was deliberate, calculating the angles and ensuring that every possible hiding place was struck. The destructive energy scoured the ground, the rocks, and the very air itself. The sky above seemed to ripple with the aftershocks of the attack, and the moon's surface trembled under the relentless assault.
As the waves of Dismantle carved through the battlefield, Gojo sensed a shift—a disturbance in the flow of cursed energy. There, in the heart of the destruction, something was struggling to hold itself together. The remnants of the Abeloth spawn, which had tried to retreat and hide within the shadows, were now fully exposed.
The creature was a grotesque shadow of its former self. Half of its face was gone, the skin and flesh seared away, leaving only charred bone and dark, empty sockets where its eye and jaw should have been. Its left arm was completely severed, the stump still sizzling with the energy that had sliced it off. The rest of its body was a patchwork of burnt and twisted flesh, deep cracks running through its torso, seeping with dark, corrupted energy.
Despite its severe injuries, the Abeloth spawn was not entirely defeated. It clung to its twisted existence, driven by a stubborn, primal hatred. The creature's one remaining eye glowed with a dull, but fierce, malice as it staggered forward, its movements jerky and uncoordinated.
Gojo watched the creature struggle, his expression calm but unyielding. He knew that the spawn was reaching its end, its once overwhelming power now reduced to mere embers.
The once overwhelming power it had wielded was now little more than dying embers, and Gojo could feel the battle nearing its conclusion. His expression remained calm but unyielding, his sharp gaze fixed on the creature's every move.
But then, something changed. A surge of dark energy rippled through the spawn, a desperate flicker of life as it tapped into an emergency reserve of power. The charred remnants of its flesh began to mend, its throat knitting itself back together, and the severe burns that marred its body slowly began to heal, though not completely. Abeloth's spawn was far from fully restored, but the new energy coursing through it allowed it to cling to life a little longer.
For the first time, the creature spoke. Its voice was guttural, tinged with a rasp from its still-healing throat, but the words were clear and laced with an ominous power.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "Who are you... that dares to challenge some of my spawn?"
Gojo, ever unfazed, raised an eyebrow at the sudden development. His voice carried a mix of curiosity and mockery as he responded, "Huh, so now you can speak? That's a new trick."
The spawn's eyes, still filled with malice and dark energy, locked onto Gojo. It seemed to steady itself, and with a flicker of malevolent pride, it introduced itself—this time, with more coherence and a clear intent to intimidate.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "I am Abeloth, Queen of the Stars. My presence is felt across the galaxy, for my eyes and ears extend far beyond what you can comprehend. This form you face is but a fraction of my true essence. I am everywhere, and yet nowhere... my influence spreads through the dark currents of the Force. I can reach any planet, any star system, but I choose my moments carefully. My power is vast, but so too are the dangers of overextending it. I bide my time, gathering strength, watching, waiting... and when the time is right, I strike."
Her voice, though ragged, carried a weight of ancient, unfathomable power, the kind that hinted at the vast, eldritch nature of the entity behind this spawn. The air seemed to thicken with her words, the oppressive darkness she commanded pressing in on all sides.
Gojo, however, remained unimpressed, his trademark grin still playing at the corners of his mouth. "Queen of the Stars, huh? Sounds like you've got quite the title there. he said, his tone dripping with casual mockery. He tilted his head slightly, his curiosity piqued. "So, if you're so powerful, why are you traveling around in this... doll?" Gojo gestured at the battered, humanoid form of the Abeloth spawn, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity.
Abeloth, now more aware of the strange power that emanated from Gojo, narrowed her eyes. She could sense that the energy within him was unlike anything she had encountered before. It wasn't the Force, and that intrigued her. The tension between them remained palpable, but there was now an undercurrent of mutual interest, a desire to understand the other.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "This vessel... is merely a fragment of what I can manifest in this galaxy. It serves its purpose, though it is far from ideal. My true form—my true power—is far beyond what you see before you. I spread myself across the stars, occupying countless forms and minds, but this one is... limited." Her voice, though still tinged with malice, held a note of honesty, a rare moment of openness from such a malevolent being.
Gojo's interest deepened, his grin widening. "Limited, huh? So there's more to you than just this. That's what I expected. But I've got to ask—this power of mine, it's not part of your little Force game. I can tell you're pretty interested in me, just like everyone else in this galaxy. But what's really got the 'Queen of the Stars' so curious about my power?"
Abeloth paused, her dark eyes narrowing as she studied him. "Your power... it is not of the Force, yet it holds a similar sway over reality. It bends the very fabric of existence, yet it is alien to this galaxy, to everything I know. You wield it with ease, yet it is foreign, untouched by the Light or the Dark."
Gojo chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "It's called cursed energy. Where I'm from, it's what makes the world go round, gives us sorcerers our edge. You see, the world is full of negative energy—curses, malevolent spirits. But we turn that into strength, into power. And as for me... let's just say I've got a lot of it to go around."
Abeloth's intrigue grew. She had encountered many forms of power in her time, from the ancient Sith sorcery to the untamed wilds of the dark side, but this was something entirely new. "Cursed energy... a power born from negativity. Fascinating. In this galaxy, the Force flows through all living things, but it is shaped by will, by emotion. Your power... it is darker, more primal."
As Abeloth continued to study Gojo, a realization dawned on her, one that made her dark eyes gleam with newfound interest. This "cursed energy," as Gojo called it, resonated with something deeply familiar yet entirely foreign. The Force, particularly its dark side, was known to corrupt, to twist the will of those who wielded it, drawing on their emotions—fear, anger, hatred—to fuel their power. But cursed energy... it was born from the very essence of negativity itself, distilled into something even more potent and raw.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "Cursed energy... it is unlike anything I've encountered, yet it feels like a natural progression of the dark side. The dark side of the Force is powerful, yes, but it is not without its consequences. It corrupts the body, erodes the mind, and enslaves the spirit. Those who wield it—Sith, dark Jedi, others—they often succumb to madness, their bodies twisted, their souls consumed by their own power."
She paused, her voice taking on a reflective tone. "The dark side is seductive, offering power beyond imagination, but it demands a price. It feeds on the user's deepest fears, their darkest desires, and in the end, it takes everything—leaving behind only a shell of what once was."
Gojo listened intently, his interest piqued by her words. Abeloth was describing a cycle he had seen before, but through the lens of a different world. This was the curse of power—how it could uplift and destroy in equal measure. Yet, cursed energy was different. It was as if it had evolved past the point of mere corruption, becoming something more stable, more controllable, while still retaining its fearsome potency.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "But this cursed energy of yours... it is darker, yes, but it does not appear to corrupt as the dark side does. It is as though you have mastered what the dark side only dreams of becoming—a force that bends to your will without the burden of inevitable destruction."
She studied Gojo closely, intrigued by the potential she saw in him—and in the energy he commanded. "You may have unknowingly tapped into the very thing every dark side user desires—the next step in evolution, where power comes without the chains of corruption."
Gojo's grin widened, though there was a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. "You're not wrong, Abeloth. But don't get too excited. Cursed energy isn't without its own dangers. It's a double-edged sword, and you've got to know how to wield it, or it'll wreck you just the same. But unlike the dark side, it's not about fear or anger—it's about control, about turning the worst parts of life into something you can use."
Abeloth nodded slowly, absorbing his words. The idea of a power that could elevate dark side users beyond their inherent limitations, without the inevitable decay, was enticing. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder about the potential costs, about what price such power would ultimately demand.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: "Perhaps... perhaps this is what the dark side has always sought. To transcend its limitations, to evolve beyond mere corruption" . In her thoughts "But power like this... it must be understood, mastered. If you truly command this energy, then you have potential to be more dangerous than any Sith Lord I have seen ."
Abeloth's dark eyes narrowed as she continued to assess Gojo. She could sense more within him, something else lurking beneath the surface—another inhabitant unlike his own. "You have another personality inside you," she mused, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and menace. "Shall I...?"
But before she could finish her thought, Gojo cut her off, his tone firm and unwavering. "No. That soul is my problem to deal with." He referred, of course, to Sukuna, the malevolent force now intertwined with his own. But even in this tense moment, Gojo couldn't help but let his natural bravado shine through. "And besides, aren't fights supposed to be the most awesome battles ever seen?"
Abeloth paused, taken aback by Gojo's unflinching confidence. Most beings, Jedi or Sith, would have trembled in fear before her. They would have prostrated themselves, cowered before her might, even when facing just a fragment of her power. But this man—this insane, fearless man—wanted to pick a fight with her. He wasn't just unafraid; he was excited by the challenge.
A twisted smile formed on Abeloth's face as she decided to humor him. "Very well, let's finish this," she said, her tone laced with a dark amusement. "But before we begin... I must ask, what is your name, your profession, and your title? This might be our last encounter, and I'd like to remember the man who dared to challenge me."
"I was born in Tokyo, Japan," he said, his voice carrying a mix of pride and nonchalance. "A city of chaos and wonder, where I grew up surrounded by the best and the worst this world has to offer. And I'm not just anyone—I'm Gojo Satoru."
He paused for a moment, letting the weight of his name sink in, his grin widening as he continued, "But more importantly, I'm the strongest. The one who stands at the peak, above all others."
As he spoke, Gojo reached up and activated the Dharma Wheel once again. The ominous hum of the wheel filled the air, spinning faster and faster, radiating an immense, unstoppable power. The energy around him crackled with anticipation, a tangible force that promised devastation to anyone who dared to challenge him.
As the Dharma Wheel above Gojo's head spun faster and faster, it unleashed a torrent of cursed energy, intertwining with Gojo's own immense power. The air around him crackled with an electrifying tension, every molecule buzzing with the promise of devastation. Gojo's grin widened, his confidence unshaken even in the face of the monstrous foe before him.
With a swift motion, Gojo extended his hand, and the familiar distortion of Limitless Blue enveloped the Abeloth spawn. The creature was pulled towards him with incredible force, unable to resist the overwhelming gravitational pull of Gojo's technique. As she neared, Gojo moved with blinding speed, jabbing her with a precise strike. In that instant, a Black Flash occurred, the impact reverberating through the very fabric of reality, amplifying the damage by the sheer synchronization of cursed energy and physical strike.
The Abeloth spawn recoiled in pain, her form shuddering as the destructive energy coursed through her. She lashed out instinctively, her clawed hand aiming once again for Gojo's heart, intent on repeating the injury she had inflicted before. But as her talon neared his chest, something within her hesitated—an echo of her previous encounter with Gojo, a memory of the moment when she had stabbed him before.
That brief hesitation was all Gojo needed.
Taking full advantage of the spawn's momentary pause, Gojo's expression turned deadly serious. With a fluid motion, he unleashed a barrage of Dismantle again , his newly acquired cursed technique. Blades of cursed energy, sharp and relentless, sliced through the air towards the Abeloth spawn. The attack was devastating, each blade cutting into her twisted form with surgical precision.
The air around them was thick with the aftermath of Gojo's relentless assault, the echoes of his Dismantle barrage still reverberating through the void. The Abeloth spawn, her once formidable form now reduced to a tattered, flickering shadow of itself, was barely holding together. But even in her weakened state, she managed to summon enough strength to speak, her voice a rasping whisper filled with confusion and something resembling disbelief.
"Wait… time out," the Abeloth spawn rasped, her words halting as if struggling to find coherence. The sudden request caught Gojo off guard, and for a split second, the relentless sorcerer paused, his grin faltering just slightly.
Gojo raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and bemusement. "Time out?" he echoed, almost incredulously. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him—here they were, locked in a battle of life and death, and his opponent was asking for a break.
The Abeloth spawn, still clutching at the remnants of her form, continued, her tone filled with stubborn insistence. "I remember… I managed to stab you before."
Gojo's grin returned, wider than before, as he tilted his head in mock contemplation. "No, you didn't," he replied smoothly, his voice dripping with playful deceit.
But the spawn was persistent. "Yes, I remember!" she insisted, her voice growing stronger despite her injuries, as if the memory of that moment was enough to give her a brief surge of confidence.
Gojo, ever the trickster, raised his hand in a dramatic flourish, as if presenting a grand revelation. "That's because…" he began, his tone suddenly serious yet laced with his usual irreverence, "I'm the upgraded version of you."
The words hung in the air for a moment, the sheer absurdity of the claim almost palpable. The Abeloth spawn, already bewildered by the unexpected turn of events, could only stare in disbelief as Gojo delivered his line with absolute conviction, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.
For a moment, there was silence—an odd, almost surreal pause in the midst of their brutal clash. And then, as if the ridiculousness of the situation had finally caught up with her, the spawn let out a low, guttural laugh,
As the tension low laugh in the air thickened, the Abeloth spawn, with a voice tinged with mockery, said, "Alright," as if conceding to Gojo's earlier claim of being the "upgraded version."
But it was a ruse, a distraction, and in the blink of an eye, she moved with blinding speed. Her clawed hand struck true, piercing through Gojo's chest and creating a gaping hole where his heart should have been.
Gojo's eyes widened in shock as the pain seared through him. Reflexively, he teleported a few meters away, putting some distance between himself and the spawn. Blood began to pool around the wound, but Gojo didn't let it deter him. Drawing on his immense reserves of cursed energy, he quickly reinforced the area around his heart, using the energy to manually pump his heart and prevent the wound from bleeding out further.
The Dharma Wheel above Gojo's head made its first spin, emitting a sharp CLANK sound. Rather than initiating the usual regeneration process, the wheel instead began analyzing the Abeloth spawn's abilities, adapting to the new threat in its own way.
The Abeloth spawn, watching him with twisted satisfaction, let out a raspy, mocking laugh. "You have a barrier—the strongest I've ever seen," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "But it seems you need to work on your filter, hmm?"
Gojo, despite the pain and the critical situation, managed to grin, though his expression was now laced with both determination , defiance and mocking . "Ah, so you figured that out, The bird repeater version of you manage to do it on one try you know ?" he replied, his voice still carrying that unshakable confidence, even as he fought to keep himself alive.
The spawn continued her mocking tone, relishing the brief moment of victory. "All that power, yet you still let me through. A shame, really. You could have been something truly unstoppable."
Gojo, now a bit further away but still very much in the fight, chuckled, though there was a dangerous edge to his laughter. "Oh, I'm far from done," he quipped, his eyes narrowing as he focused on his next move. "I've survived worse, and I've taken down stronger." Gojo knew the truth: That was a lie. This opponent... this Abeloth vessel or doll ... is the worst and strongest I've ever faced.
Steeling himself, Gojo reached deep into the well of cursed energy within him, tapping into the vast reservoir that he now shared with Sukuna. With enmatten or yama hand seal , he activated a technique that was not his own, but one that he had claimed through sheer willpower and the force of his pact with the King of Curses.
Domain Expansion : "Malevolent Shrine!" Gojo declared, his voice ringing out with authority as the domain began to take shape around them.
The shrine itself was a horrific fusion of traditional Japanese architecture and monstrous, organic elements. The roof was adorned with sharp, curved spikes, each one dripping with cursed energy. The entire structure seemed to be alive, pulsating with malevolent energy that resonated with the very core of Sukuna's power. The shrine's walls were lined with massive teeth, forming grotesque, grinning maws that seemed to hunger for the souls of those trapped within.
Skulls of various shapes and sizes littered the base of the shrine, arranged in a macabre display that spoke of countless victims who had fallen prey to Sukuna's malevolence. The horns of the skulls curved menacingly, each one imbued with cursed energy that pulsed in sync with the shrine's dark power.
At the heart of the shrine was a central chamber, glowing with a sinister, otherworldly light. This chamber was the core of the Malevolent Shrine, where Sukuna's cursed energy was at its most concentrated. The air within the domain was thick with the stench of decay and death, and the oppressive atmosphere pressed down on all who dared enter.
This version of the shrine, however, was far larger and more terrifying than anything Sukuna had ever summoned. It towered like a colossal fortress, its presence overwhelming the battlefield and extending for kilometers in every direction.
Gojo had pushed the limits of the technique, expanding it far beyond what even Sukuna himself could have achieved. The domain now stretched out for a full four kilometers, a vast territory of cursed energy that was 20 times larger than Sukuna's original creation. The sheer size of the Malevolent Shrine was a testament to the immense power that Gojo now wielded, a power that he was determined to use to its fullest extent.
But the true nature of this domain was even more terrifying. Unlike traditional domain expansions that rewrote reality within their confines, this Malevolent Shrine was something different. Gojo had learned from Sukuna's concept of an open domain, which did not overwrite reality but rather added an additional layer onto the canvas of existence . This domain was layered on top of the very fabric of space itself, creating a nightmarish realm that enveloped everything within its reach.
At the heart of this domain stood the Malevolent Shrine itself, a towering, grotesque structure that served as the anchor for the entire domain. This shrine stabilized the domain, acting as the center of power from which Gojo could freely activate any of his abilities. The shrine pulsed with cursed energy, radiating an ominous glow that seemed to seep into every corner of the domain, making it an extension of Gojo's will. Here, in this twisted space, Gojo was in complete control, able to unleash the full force of his abilities without restraint.
Abeloth, trapped within the domain's overwhelming influence, felt the crushing weight of Gojo's power bearing down on her. For the first time, a flicker of genuine fear crossed her mind. This vessel, she thought bitterly, it's holding me back. I can't even warp reality as I should. This wretched form is a curse...
The spawn cursed her weakened state, realizing that she was now at a severe disadvantage. The Malevolent Shrine's sheer scale and the intensity of Gojo's cursed energy had effectively nullified her ability to warp reality within this space. She was forced to confront the terrifying realization that she was facing an opponent who had mastered not only his own powers but had also harnessed the power of an ancient curse that may rivaled her own in the near future .
As the domain settled into place, Gojo's eyes gleamed with determination. He could sense the hesitation in his opponent, the shift in the balance of power. This was his chance—his one shot at turning the tide of battle. And with the Malevolent Shrine at his command, he was ready to bring this fight to a decisive end.
Abeloth, caught in the web of Gojo's domain, found herself reflecting on the absurdity of the situation. The Pool of Knowledge, which had always been her source of omniscience, was completely silent on this. There was nothing—no information, no guidance, no knowledge—on this man named Gojo Satoru or his abilities. The very notion was laughable; for the first time, something existed that the Pool of Knowledge couldn't explain or predict. She laughed, a bitter and mirthless sound, at the sheer absurdity of it all.
But her brief moment of introspection proved costly.
Before she could react, Abeloth was struck by a barrage of cleaves—attacks far more powerful and precise than the Dismantle she had faced earlier. She instinctively raised a Force barrier, a protective shield she had relied on countless times before. But even with her defenses in place, the cleaves cut through with devastating force. The pain was overwhelming, and she realized, too late, that within the confines of Gojo's domain, his attacks were guaranteed to hit their mark.
The realization hit her as hard as the attacks themselves: in this cursed domain, Gojo had the upper hand, and every strike he delivered would land with unerring precision. Abeloth, once a queen who bent entire realities to her will, was now almost being undone by an enemy who seemed to operate beyond the rules of any reality she had ever known.( she create pocket dimension actually similar to any normal domain albeit its larger and besides this is her spawn )
As she tried to retreat, to flee from the moon where the battle raged, Gojo's hand shot out, pulling her back with the power of his Limitless Blue. He yanked her toward him with incredible force, then followed up with a brutal punch that sent shockwaves through her weakened form. She could feel it—this Gojo was a battle maniac, a relentless force that thrived in the chaos of combat.
In desperation, Abeloth lashed out with her tentacles, aiming to pierce Gojo's body. But this time, they were halted mid-strike. The Dharma Wheel above Gojo's head spun rapidly, emitting a series of sharp, ominous sounds—CLANK CLANK CLANK CLANK. The wheel's motion signified an upgrade in Gojo's Infinity, reinforcing his defenses and ensuring that her attacks would no longer reach him.
Gojo countered with another devastating punch, and a Black Flash erupted from the impact. The sheer force of the attack was overwhelming, leaving Abeloth reeling. In her thoughts
Abeloth, though unfamiliar with the true nature of Gojo's techniques, watched in awe as the Black Flash erupted from Gojo's punch. In her mind, she dubbed the phenomenon "lightning," marveling at how this man could summon such a powerful force with just a simple strike. The towering structure that had formed behind Gojo —the Malevolent Shrine—she saw as a "tall, menacing castle," an ominous fortress that loomed over the battlefield, symbolizing the dark power that resided within Gojo.
The spawn, still reeling from the Black Flash, tried to regain her composure. Her mind raced as she attempted to understand the nature of this strange new energy and the sorcerer who wielded it. Despite her vast knowledge, Abeloth couldn't fully grasp the concepts of cursed energy or domain expansions, but she had theories. The "lightning" she witnessed seemed to amplify Gojo's attacks, making them far more devastating than anything she had encountered. And the "tall, menacing castle" appeared to be the source of Gojo's overwhelming power, anchoring his abilities and giving him complete control over the battlefield.
Desperate to turn the tide, Abeloth unleashed one of her most desperate attacks yet. Channeling 40 percent of her energy, she summoned a surge of dark Force lightning, crackling with concentrated power, and hurled it directly at Gojo. The bolts of lightning, sharp and relentless, struck with blinding speed, aiming to breach his defenses.
Gojo saw the attack coming, but even with his enhanced senses and immense power, the Force lightning managed to breach his barrier, disrupting his filter due to the rapidly changing energy properties. The attack caught him off guard, and for a brief moment, it seemed Abeloth had gained the upper hand. The lightning tore into Gojo's cheek, adding to the injuries he had already sustained in this relentless battle. Flesh and muscle shredded, exposing his teeth in a grisly display. Blood splattered onto the ground, and Abeloth felt a twisted sense of triumph. She had wounded the seemingly invincible Gojo once again, reinforcing the notion that this battle was nearing its conclusion.
As the lightning connected, the Dharma Wheel above Gojo's head began to spin rapidly, emitting a sudden, sharp CLANK. The sound echoed ominously as the wheel adapted to the new energy properties of Abeloth's attack, analyzing the Force lightning that had struck him.
As Gojo reeled from the attack, he began to realize a crucial flaw in his strategy. Even though I have the Dharma Wheel to help me adapt to any situation, he thought, it doesn't help if my opponent keeps switching the type of abilities they're using. This is going to be more challenging than I anticipated.
Meanwhile, Abeloth, watching Gojo's reaction closely, formulated a theory of her own. That wheel above his head... it seems to be making him stronger, adapting him to my attacks. The more I reveal my hand, the more he adapts, and the more I lose my advantage. I can't keep testing him—better to settle this with one decisive strike.
As the battle reached its fever pitch, , Abeloth saw an opportunity—a chance to end this cataclysmic clash with one final, devastating strike. She could see the fierce excitement in Gojo's eyes, his thirst for a battle that would be remembered across the stars. And in her own twisted way, she couldn't deny the thrill of facing such a powerful and unpredictable opponent.
With a dark grin, the Abeloth spawn hissed her proposal through clenched teeth although she still got strike by barage of cleaves . "One final attack, Gojo," she spat, her voice dripping with malevolent intent. "Let's make it clash, a battle for the ages."
Gojo, ever the battle-hungry warrior, returned her grin and stopped his barrage of Cleaves , his bloodied face reflecting his undeterred spirit. "You know me well," he replied, his voice a mix of pain and exhilaration. Despite the wounds that marred his body—the gaping tear in his cheek and the hole in his heart—Gojo's energy surged undiminished. He was ready to see this battle through to its explosive conclusion.
Abeloth began to summon the last of her power, focusing it into a localized Force storm. Dark clouds churned above them, and the very fabric of space seemed to tremble under the immense pressure of the energy she was gathering. As the storm built in intensity, she raised her arms, the tendrils of dark energy spiraling around her like a vortex of raw power. "I'll show you the wrath of the stars themselves!" she bellowed, her voice echoing across the void.
Gojo, ever the strategist, couldn't help but marvel at the sheer force she was amassing. But something gnawed at him—a question about the true nature of the attacks he had been using. His thoughts drifted to Sukuna's Dismantle—a technique so simple yet devastating. What made it so powerful? And then, as if a light had switched on in his mind, the answer struck him.
If Dismantle was so powerful in its simplicity, what would happen if he combined it with his Limitless technique? The thought was exhilarating, and Gojo knew this would be the final key to ending the battle.
Drawing on his limitless space attribute, Gojo tapped into the full extent of his cursed energy, drawing on his Limitless technique to its maximum potential. The air around him crackled with raw power, the energy coalescing into something truly unimaginable. With his left hand, he made a precise gesture, as if directing the flow of this immense energy, guiding it toward its target with unerring accuracy., infusing it into his next attack. His voice boomed across the battlefield, resonating with such power that it echoed across the desert landscape of Tatooine far below.
"Scale of Dragon... Recoil... Twin Meteor..." Gojo's chant grew louder, the energy around him spiraling into a frenzy. "WORLD DISMANTLE!"
As he uttered the final words, the energy surged forward, directed by the motion of his left hand., the fabric of space itself seemed to warp and shatter. A colossal wave of cursed energy, infused with the spatial distortion of Gojo's Limitless technique and the raw destructive force of Dismantle, surged forward. It was as if reality was being torn apart, every molecule ripped asunder by the sheer might of the attack.
The Abeloth spawn, caught in the fury of her own Force storm, could only watch in awe and horror as Gojo's attack barreled toward her. The collision of their energies was cataclysmic, a clash so intense it rocked the very foundations of the moon they battled on and sent shockwaves rippling through space. The force of the impact was so immense that it left a scar in the fabric of space near Tatooine—a permanent reminder of the ferocity of the battle that had taken place. The dark void of space bore a jagged, gaping wound, as if something had torn through the very essence of the cosmos itself.
As the dust settled, the battlefield lay in ruins. Gojo stood at the epicenter, bloodied but victorious, his breath ragged but his spirit unbroken. The Abeloth spawn, once a fearsome fragment of an even greater evil, was shattered. Her power spent, her last-ditch effort to turn the tide had failed.
Yet, Gojo knew this was not the end. This had only been a spawn, a mere shadow of the true Abeloth who lurked in the galaxy. The real battle, the true clash with Abeloth herself, was still on the horizon—a future confrontation that Gojo now anticipated with both excitement and trepidation. But for now, Gojo stood victorious, the echoes of their battle leaving an indelible mark on the galaxy.
As Gojo surveyed the aftermath of the battle, the air still heavy with the lingering energy of their clash, a familiar voice echoed in his mind. The tone was dripping with amusement and malice, tinged with a dark humor that Gojo had come to expect.
"You crazy warmonger brat," Sukuna's voice rumbled, the words carrying an edge of wicked delight. "She was about to go about her own business, and you just had to provoke her, didn't you?"
A grin spread across Gojo's face, the thrill of the fight still buzzing in his veins. He knew Sukuna had been watching the entire battle unfold through his eyes, savoring every chaotic moment just as much as Gojo had.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Gojo mentally replied, his tone smug, almost gleeful. This was where he thrived—on the razor's edge between life and death, in the heat of battle where every move could mean victory or destruction. And now, with Sukuna's power coursing through him, the stakes were even higher. The next encounter with Abeloth, whenever it might come, promised to be even more extraordinary.
But then, all of a sudden, Sukuna's tone shifted. The realization of what had just transpired dawned on him, and anger began to simmer beneath the surface of his words. The playful malice gave way to something darker, more insidious.
"Brat, are you pitying me?" Sukuna's voice dropped to a low, mocking growl, laced with a dangerous edge. "That bitch almost got rid of me, and you know it. She wasn't bluffing when she said she could do it."
Gojo's grin only widened, the excitement of the battle still thrumming in his heart. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he responded, his words carrying the same unyielding confidence that had carried him through countless fights.
"Pity you? Nah, you've got it wrong," Gojo shot back, his tone firm and unwavering. "I didn't spare you out of pity. I'll get rid of you in my own way, Sukuna. Besides, the vow we made—the one where our wills will clash at the end of all this—is the ultimate proof. It's not about pity; it's about proving I'm worthy to be the strongest, or I'm not. And you know that's the only way it ends."
For a moment, there was silence. And then, Sukuna's laughter filled Gojo's mind, a sinister, almost gleeful sound that resonated with the shared understanding between them. It was the laugh of someone who recognized the challenge, who reveled in the idea of a fight to the death where only one could emerge victorious.
"Hah! Now that's the entertainment I want to have," Sukuna hissed, the excitement clear in his voice. "We'll see, brat. We'll see who's left standing in the end."
The connection between them buzzed with tension, a shared anticipation for the inevitable clash that awaited them both. Gojo knew that this victory was just the beginning. The King of Curses wouldn't be so easily subdued, and the final battle between them was a storm waiting to break.
Suddenly, Gojo felt a sharp pain. He looked down to see that four of his fingers were missing, and as he touched his throat, he felt holes—like blade wounds—cutting through his flesh. The realization of what had happened struck him, but before he could react, Sukuna's mocking voice echoed in his mind again.
"Using my chant, and with just one mouth and two arms? You're lucky it didn't rip you apart," Sukuna sneered. "That's why I have four arms and two mouths. The mouth I use to chant is the one on my stomach. You can't handle what you don't fully understand, brat."
Gojo, ever the cool-headed sorcerer, simply chuckled mentally despite the pain. "Guess I'll have to get more creative then," he replied, his voice steady, even with the wounds. "Good thing I'm not afraid to push the limits."
Sukuna's laughter echoed once more, a dark and twisted sound that filled the void within Gojo's mind. The battle may have ended, but the war between them was far from over, and both of them knew it.
As the battle over, Gojo began to dismiss his Malevolent Shrine and the Dharma Wheel above his head. The dark energy that had enveloped the battlefield slowly dissipated, leaving behind only the echoes of the fierce struggle. Without wasting any time, Gojo prepared to jump from the moon—Ghomrassen—to Tatooine, his expression calm despite the severe injuries he still carried.
Inside Gojo's mind, Sukuna watched in confusion. "Brat, you didn't heal yourself using the wheel? That wound should have killed you," he sneered, his voice laced with disbelief.
Gojo simply smiled, the pain from his wounds barely registering in his cool demeanor as he readied himself for the leap back to Tatooine. Sukuna, still trying to comprehend what Gojo was doing, suddenly realized the truth: Gojo had chosen not to heal himself, leaving the battle scars visible as a testament to the fierce fight he had endured.
"This is the worst vessel I've ever had," Sukuna muttered mentally, utterly perplexed by Gojo's actions. Yet, as the realization settled in, even Sukuna couldn't help but find the situation absurdly amusing. He laughed darkly within Gojo's mind, recognizing the sheer ridiculousness of his vessel's decision. Gojo's refusal to heal was not out of carelessness but rather a defiant choice to showcase his resilience, no matter how reckless it seemed.
As Gojo made his jump towards Tatooine, Sukuna's laughter echoed in the recesses of his mind, both of them fully aware that their twisted partnership was far from ordinary—and that was exactly how Gojo liked it.
BONUSSSSS ABELOTH POV
As the unstoppable wave of cursed energy surged toward her, the Abeloth spawn felt an overwhelming sense of finality. The localized Force storm she had summoned, powerful though it was, seemed insignificant in the face of Gojo's monstrous attack. The space around her twisted and shattered, the very fabric of reality coming apart under the sheer force of Gojo's World Dismantle.
In that final moment, as the colossal energies collided with cataclysmic intensity, a thought echoed in the spawn's mind—a fleeting realization that carried with it a sense of both fear and relief.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: This man... he could finally free me from the curse that has been implanted within me... or kill me. Either way, it will be an end to this torment.
The jagged scar left in the fabric of space reflected the finality of the battle, a rift that would forever mark the spot where their powers clashed. As the Abeloth spawn's form began to disintegrate, her thoughts lingered on the one who had brought her to this point.
ABELLOTH SPAWN: I hope we meet again, Gojo Satoru.
With that final thought, a sense of satisfaction washed over her, a strange peace in knowing that her existence, fraught with malevolence and suffering, was drawing to a close. The darkness of the cosmos enveloped her as she faded, leaving behind only the scar in space—a testament to the battle and a promise that the true Abeloth still waited, somewhere in the galaxy
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