Their fight had been perhaps the most anticipated, someone strong but evil-hearted like yours, and the great shaman called Satoru Gojo. However, nothing turned out as they perhaps wanted, both felt more than hate or simple interest. However Gojo wouldn't let you make your plans.

Maybe he had defeated you, but he didn't feel pleasure or satisfaction like he used to, on the contrary, he felt helpless. Her eyes opened and her labored breathing was the only thing that trapped them in that dying silence. You on the ground, almost dead... But he didn't want that.