Naraku felt dazed and confused as the world around him seemed to move, everything getting bigger at a rapid pace. Either that or he was getting smaller...?

All he knew was that, after hours of battling them for the finale shard, he'd won. He, Naraku, had won.

The completed Shikon Jewel had been in his grasp, and he'd uttered his hearts desire with a look of victory cast down to his exhausted and defeated enemies. He'd expected a wave of power, or something of the like, then he'd finish them all off for good.

But that... wasn't what was happening. If anything, he was feeling weaker as it finally dawned on him that the world wasn't getting bigger... he was shrinking in size! So much so that he lost balance and fell, suddenly enveloped in darkness as his own clothes swallowed him up as he let out a strangely high pitched curse.