In an ethereal void, Toji and Mahito stand, surrounded by infinite, shimmering darkness. The horizon is a blur of distorted, ever-shifting colors, like oil spilled on water. Toji, looking around warily, notices Mahito, who wears a look of bemused curiosity.

Mahito chuckles, "Funny seeing you here, human. Captured just like me?"

Before Toji could reply, a shadowy figure deliberately emerges from the kaleidoscope horizon. Both men stiffen, senses heightened in anticipation.