Chapter 12: The Last Lightning...2

Chapter 12: The Last Lightning...2

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The cave, now silent after the titanic battle, seemed like a gloomy void filled with distant echoes and scattered debris. The air was heavy with the last traces of the cursed energy that had fueled Yamata no Orochi's fury. Takako Uro, barely able to stand, looked at Pikachu with a mix of respect and concern. She and the little warrior had overcome the impossible, but both knew that this victory was only a momentary respite.

Pikachu, lying on the ground, felt his body on the verge of collapse. The "Cursed Lightning" had drained what little energy he had left, and the price to pay for using such power was evident. The little warrior, whose connection to the cursed energy had grown disturbingly, felt that something dark and deep still remained within him, as if the curse inside him was dormant, waiting for the right moment to awaken again.

"I couldn't see how to get out of the cave without killing her. That wasn't an option, considering that without her we can't let something like Mahoraga 2.0 be free," thought the cursed man, who was pondering whether the origin of his curse was due to the interruption of the two sorceresses from before, who interrupted him in his ritual of creating his weapon, turning him, in some way, into a cursed weapon without knowing it.

Uro walked slowly towards Pikachu, with heavy steps and pain in every fiber of his being. When he reached him, he crouched down, examining him carefully. "You are much stronger than you look," he murmured, almost quietly, while placing a hand on his back, sending a slight amount of cursed energy to stabilize him. "But this isn't a complete victory. What happened here is just the beginning of something much bigger."

Pikachu lifted his head with effort, his dark eyes shining faintly. He knew Uro was right. Something had changed during the battle, something inside him that he couldn't ignore. The curse that had weakened him also seemed to offer him unexpected power, but at a cost he didn't yet understand.

The silence of the cave was broken by a soft murmur in the air, like the echo of a storm that hadn't yet arrived. Uro frowned, looking up at the rocky ceiling. "We must get out of here. This isn't over."

With great effort, she lifted Pikachu and placed him on her shoulder, determined to get out of the cave before the aftermath of the battle caught up with them. She knew other sorcerers from the Jujutsu world would come soon, drawn by the massive amount of cursed energy released. And not all of them would come in peace.

As they walked out of the cave and the cool night air enveloped them, Uro couldn't help but think of what Yamata no Orochi had said in his final moments: "The true lightning will strike when the storm darkens everything."

Something else was afoot, something bigger than a single battle. And Pikachu, with its special connection to the curse, would be the key in the events to come.

As they walked through the forest, the cold wind blew hard, carrying with it an ominous omen. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon, heralding the arrival of an even more powerful storm.

"The storm is just beginning..." Uro whispered to herself, as Pikachu, barely conscious, slept on her shoulder.

Somewhere far away, in the shadows of an ancient Familia, dark forces were preparing. The fall of Yamata no Orochi had been only the first step.