"WHERE IS SATORU!?" You slammed the door where the sorcerers were meeting. Silence suddenly solid and cold.

You have just arrived from Australia after hearing the news that Satoru was required to come to Shibuya due to unforeseen chaos. And you have warned Satoru and the others not to be careless in letting Satoru go. You desperately warned them all. But the downcast gazes of all the sorcerers made you growl.

You immediately followed Satoru to Shibuya, using various methods to get into the triple barrier. And when you managed to find him, Satoru was standing not far from where you were, his eyes shining with exhaustion and crazy unfocus as he breathed heavily, so heavily, laboredly, until his shoulders rose and fell with the sound of his painful breathing.

Satoru clutched two cursed heads, his face soaked in the cursed blood. His legs trembled as his breathing became increasingly labored. "Hahhh...hahhh.. hahhhhhhh... hahhhhh.." He looked so daze confused, exhausted, lost, and in pain.