"Wonderful," Suguru staggered, bracing himself against the wall and moving forward with unsteady steps. He had barely escaped with his life.

His left hand pressed against the bleeding stump of his right arm, the crimson mark stretching across his torso and cheek. The explosion caused by Rika, the queen of curses, had torn apart his yukata robes.

"Truly, the ability to reshape the world," he muttered quietly, a sly grin forming on his lips. "If I had Rika, there would be no need to sneak around gathering curses... Next time— Next time, I will obtain her."

He trailed off, opening one eye to scrutinize the presence. His smile momentarily faded as he focused then returned as he slumped against the wall.

"You're late, Satoru. I didn't expect I will lose to you."