Reality ruptured where Akitsu Shouga returned.

  The air screamed as if torn open, light and frost colliding in a violent spiral. Akitsu landed hard behind Yurei, boots skidding across ice-slick stone, Joyeuse blazing like a captured sunrise in his grip.

  Yurei staggered forward half a step.

  Not wounded.

  But shaken.

  “…You died,” Yurei said slowly.

  Akitsu rolled his shoulder, breath steady despite the tremor still crawling through his bones. “Yeah. Wouldn’t recommend it.”

  Rhen stared, frozen in disbelief. “Akitsu…?”

  Akitsu didn’t look back. “You still standing?”

  Rhen clenched his fists, Ghost flickering instinctively. “Barely.”

  Jian Luocheng narrowed his eyes. “That return just violated three heavenly rules.”

  Akitsu smirked faintly. “Only three? I’m slipping.”

  Yurei turned fully now, shadows writhing tighter around his frame. Frost and vines pulsed together, absolute zero coiled with wildlife in perfect, unnatural harmony.

  “You should not be able to return,” Yurei said. “Death is not a door.”

  Akitsu’s smile faded.

  “For me,” he replied quietly, “it is.”

  The temperature plummeted.

  Not outward this time.

  Downward.

  The ground beneath them cracked as frost surged inward, compressing space itself. Trees at the far end of the district froze instantly, leaves shattering into green dust.

  “Rhen,” Akitsu said without looking away. “Stay mobile.”

  “Always,” Rhen replied, already phasing.

  “Sir Jian,” Akitsu continued. “Don’t stop pressing him.”

  Jian spun Spade once, jade light humming. “I never intended to.”

  Yurei moved.

  He vanished—not phasing, not teleporting.

  The world simply accepted that he was somewhere else.

  Rhen reacted on instinct, phasing sideways as a wave of frozen roots exploded where he’d been standing.

  “Too slow!” Rhen shouted, reappearing mid-air and driving a solidified kick toward Yurei’s head—

  Wildlife answered.

  A massive branch erupted from the wall, intercepting the strike, bark instantly crystallizing into diamond-hard ice.

  Rhen recoiled, phasing through the follow-up frost blast just in time.

  Akitsu lunged.

  Joyeuse carved a blazing arc through the night, light clashing violently against frozen shadow. Sparks of impossible color burst outward.

  Yurei caught the blade.

  Barehanded.

  Ice crawled up Joyeuse’s edge, locking light in place. Akitsu felt his arm go numb instantly.

  “You keep forcing the world to accept you,” Yurei whispered. “But it will correct the anomaly.”

  Akitsu grit his teeth. “Then it better hurry.”

  Something answered him.

  Not from the street.

  Not from the sky.

  From behind his eyes.

  The world flickered.

  For half a heartbeat, Akitsu saw black water.

  A red island.

  Ninety-one petals drifting endlessly.

  And something else.

  Whispers.

  Not voices.

  Presences.

  Akitsu gasped, ripping Joyeuse free and stumbling back as frost bit into the stone where he’d been standing.

  “…What was that?” he muttered.

  Yurei tilted his head. “You feel it too.”

  Jian attacked again, spear flashing in a flawless thrust that forced Yurei to release a shockwave of frozen air to deflect it.

  “Akitsu!” Jian barked. “Focus!”

  “I am,” Akitsu replied—but his voice was unsteady.

  The whispers grew louder.

  Not demanding.

  Not begging.

  Waiting.

  Rhen reappeared beside him briefly. “You look worse than when you died.”

  “Working on it,” Akitsu muttered.

  Yurei raised both hands.

  Absolute zero descended like a guillotine.

  The street flash-froze in a perfect circle, sound dying instantly. Civilians caught at the edge were frozen mid-run, faces locked in terror, bodies shattering seconds later as wildlife dragged them into the ice.

  Rhen froze—figuratively this time.

  “…No,” he whispered. “He’s slaughtering them.”

  Akitsu’s jaw clenched.

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  “Yurei!” he shouted. “You said this was about us!”

  Yurei didn’t look back. “Collateral is irrelevant.”

  Something snapped.

  Not in the air.

  In Akitsu.

  The whispers surged.

  The Ethereal Realm answered.

  The ground beneath Akitsu cracked—not with frost, but with something older. Pale light seeped upward, tracing sigils that did not belong to any known system of magic.

  Jian stepped back instinctively. “…That isn’t mana.”

  Rhen stared. “Akitsu—what are you doing?”

  Akitsu spread his fingers.

  “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I think I finally understand what it actually means.”

  The air thickened.

  Shadows stretched—not Yurei’s, but independent, rising like silhouettes pulled from memory.

  One by one—

  They appeared.

  A spectral warrior in broken armor, eyes burning with ancient rage.

  A pale woman formed of mist and frost, her gaze hollow and endless.

  A massive beast-shaped echo, all antlers and moonlight.

  They hovered around Akitsu, unreal yet undeniable.

  Yurei stiffened.

  “…Spirits,” he said. “Not summoned. Not bound.”

  Akitsu’s voice echoed strangely now, layered with something else. “They were never alive to begin with.”

  The spirits moved.

  Not attacking.

  Listening.

  Rhen swallowed. “Akitsu… how many of those can you control?”

  Akitsu didn’t answer.

  He didn’t know.

  Yurei reacted instantly.

  Wildlife erupted violently, vines and frozen roots tearing upward to annihilate the spirits—

  They passed straight through them.

  The echoes rippled—but did not disperse.

  “…They’re not targets,” Yurei murmured.

  Akitsu raised Joyeuse again, its light now braided with ghostly afterimages.

  “Rhen,” he said calmly. “When I say go—don’t hesitate.”

  Rhen nodded, Ghost flaring. “Same as always.”

  Yurei surged forward, compressing absolute zero into a lethal spear aimed directly at Akitsu’s heart—

  “NOW!”

  Rhen vanished.

  He reappeared inside Yurei’s shadow, solidifying his entire body for a single, reckless strike.

  At the same time, Akitsu thrust Joyeuse forward—

  And the spirits followed.

  Not as weapons.

  As authority.

  The warrior spirit screamed as it passed through Yurei, ripping at his form.

  The frost-woman exhaled, freezing Yurei’s shadow instead of his body.

  The beast roared, antlers tearing through wildlife constructs like paper.

  Yurei staggered.

  For the first time—

  He screamed in pain.

  “This power—!” Yurei snarled. “It rejects me!”

  Akitsu pressed forward, blood running freely now as the strain tore at his senses. “Good.”

  Jian seized the opening.

  Spade struck.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Three times—each blow precise, merciless, driving Yurei backward through frozen stone.

  The district collapsed around them.

  Buildings fell.

  Screams died.

  Silence swallowed everything but the clash.

  Yurei finally tore free, retreating in a violent burst of frost and shadow, tearing a裂 in space as he withdrew.

  The pressure vanished.

  The cold lingered.

  Akitsu dropped to one knee, gasping, spirits flickering wildly before dissolving like breath in winter air.

  Rhen rushed to him. “Hey—hey! Stay with me!”

  Akitsu laughed weakly. “Did you see his face?”

  Jian lowered his spear slowly. “…That was not victory.”

  “No,” Akitsu agreed. “But it was a message.”

  Rhen looked around at the devastation—the frozen corpses, the shattered streets, the distant fires beginning to burn.

  “…Half the district’s gone.”

  Akitsu’s smile faded completely.

  “And it’s only going to get worse.”

  Far away, beyond the city—

  Yurei stood in a forest turned to glass, his form stabilizing slowly.

  Spirits’ echoes still clung to him, burning.

  “…So,” he whispered, eyes glowing with new interest. “You summon the dead.”

  He smiled.

  “Then I will kill you enough times to understand it.”

  The night deepened.

  And the war truly began.