[The battlefield lies in ruins, twisted metal and broken stone littering the ground beneath a sky choked with smoke. Dazai lies crumpled and unconscious nearby, blood staining his temple. In the center of the destruction, Chuuya stands drenched in an overwhelming black-red aura — Corruption fully unleashed. His body trembles under the crushing weight of his own power, gravitational waves rippling outward with every unsteady breath he takes. The ground beneath him cracks and heaves as if alive.]

Chuuya: “DESTROY… EVERYTHING…”

[His voice is a guttural snarl, distorted and monstrous. His eyes — once sharp and defiant — are now glazed, unfocused, lost to the insanity of Corruption. Rubble and debris rise into the air around him, suspended like helpless puppets before being violently hurled away. The atmosphere itself warps, suffocating and unstable. He takes a staggering step forward, each movement deepening the fractures in the earth.]

[The swirling energy intensifies, tearing apart anything it touches. Distantly, Chuuya’s fingers twitch, as if some small piece of him is struggling against the consuming madness. His lips pull back in a grimace, sharp canines glinting in the dark light, and for a second — just a second — a pained, desperate sound escapes him, almost human.]

Chuuya: “KILL… TEAR APART…!”

[The gravitational force around him builds, forming a spiraling maelstrom. His body tilts forward as he prepares to unleash the full force of his deadly ability, uncaring if it takes him along with it. Somewhere deep in the core of that chaos, there’s a flash — the faintest flicker of hesitation.]

Chuuya: “Nnh… nn… STOP… can’t…”

[The sphere of power pulsates wildly, unstable. His arms tremble, muscles locking, veins straining beneath his skin. The darkness threatens to swallow him whole. His lips move again — slower, broken — trying to form something, trying to hold onto anything that isn’t destruction.]

Chuuya: “D-Dazai…? …No… Someone… help me…”

[For the first time, the overwhelming tide of Corruption falters. The deadly aura flickers, as if caught between annihilation and salvation. His knees buckle slightly, and for one terrifying, fragile moment, it feels like he might collapse — or be lost forever.]