The Mugen Jigoku was shattered. Ren Hanshin stood at the center of the vacuum bubble, his boots heavy on the moss-covered floor of the Ginza Station concourse. The translucent sphere of air was flickering like a dying candle. Every inch it shrivelled brought the freezing, crushing force of the deep sea closer to his skin.
[Divine Mana: 0.1 / 150]
[Synchronization: 49.0% (LOCKED)]
His lungs felt like they were filled with hot lead. His blackened right arm, though mostly healed of its char, was spasming uncontrollably. He was pushing the Kusanagi-Vessel to its absolute limit, but the hilt was a tool of the Earth, it wasn't meant to hold back the infinite volume of a dying ocean.
"Niisan... the air is getting thin," Haru whispered. She was pale, her sapphire core thumping weakly. The blue light was being suffocated by the grey miasma of the station.
"Stay behind me, Haru," Ren rasped. He could barely hear his own voice over the groaning of the concrete walls around them.
