Sweat trickled down Megumi’s face as he strained to hold the breach in Dagon’s barrier, hoping to carve out just enough space for everyone to escape. It was now or never; they just needed to jump.

Megumi: “I’m risking my life, but I don’t intend to throw it away.” His voice was ragged, eyes fierce with resolve. Nanami grunted in acknowledgment.

Nanami: “You three! Gather ‘round!” He barked, turning to you three.

You, Maki, and Naobito spun around, dashing for the gap, leaping off the summoned toad shikigami as it bounced them across the water. All were poised to jump when…

A man, void of any cursed energy, stepped into the domain before they could make their move. Silence fell. A human… inside the domain?

“They would all bear witness… To the bare flesh of the one who is set free. To the one who left it all behind! And his overwhelming intensity!”

Suspended in mid-air for a heartbeat, the man lunged at Maki, wrenching Playful Cloud from her hold. Everyone was too stunned to react, bets now riding on this foreign figure striding toward Dagon.

You inquire Naobito of the man’s identity, to which he responded with…

Naobito: “…Formerly Toji Zenin… Now, Toji Fushiguro. A ghost.” He said gravely.

Toji… A man blessed and cursed by Heavenly Restriction, surged through Dagon’s watery onslaught, almost feral grin, eyes dancing with thrill. To him, this was playtime. He handled the octopus-like creature with casual brutality, like he was prepping dinner. You were awestruck, and low-key captured; the others? Not so much. Watching Dagon scramble and bleed? You had to admit, it was a little satisfying.

Granny Ogami’s seance technique persisted beyond her death. It should have ended when her grandson, the vessel, depleted his cursed energy. But Toji’s soul, inhabiting the body, had none to consume. The technique spiraled out of control, leaving Toji fighting purely on instinct until the vessel gave out. Could he be shaken from this trance?