Chapter 32: The First Demon Emperor – Feast of Betrayal

Concept for Chapter 31:

Brutal, blood-soaked battle against one of the Top 10 Strongest Demons—the Abyssal Warden, a creature born from endless suffering and war.

Manipulation at its peak: Kuragami doesn't just fight—he corrupts, deceives, and turns his enemies against each other.

The Abyssal Warden is not just one entity but a hive mind—a creature composed of thousands of souls fused together.

Kuragami finds a new power—the ability to consume and rewrite the will of his enemies, turning them into his Hollowed Legion.

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Chapter 31: The First Demon Emperor – Feast of Betrayal

The Abyssal Warden stood before them, a monstrous fusion of countless bodies, shifting and writhing like a storm of flesh and agony. Its voice was a symphony of torment, each word layered with the cries of the damned.

"You are not welcome here, child of the forgotten."

Kuragami met its gaze, unshaken.

"Then I'll make my own welcome."

Without warning, the Warden lunged. Its massive claw, the size of a fortress gate, descended upon him like the weight of a dying world. The impact shattered the earth, sending shockwaves that tore the landscape apart.

But Kuragami was already gone.

A streak of violet lightning—his movement was so fast the world itself seemed to lag behind. He reappeared behind the beast, his Forgotten Sword coated in blackened energy.

One strike.

A slash of absolute devastation.

The Warden roared as an entire section of its body was erased, thousands of souls screeching in agony as their existence was wiped away.

But it didn't die.

Instead, the severed flesh reformed instantly, new bodies crawling out of the wound like maggots from a carcass. The more Kuragami destroyed, the more the Warden recreated itself.

Saphira watched in horror. "It… it can't be killed…!"

Kuragami smiled.

"Who said anything about killing it?"

He stepped forward, his Forgotten Eyes glowing with an unnatural radiance. He wasn't trying to win—he was learning.

And now he knew the Warden's weakness.

The beast was a prison—a mass of stolen souls bound together. It wasn't a being—it was a collective, held together by a singular, ancient will.

If that will was shattered…

Kuragami's voice changed, a ripple of something dark, something that should not exist.

"You are many."

His shadow expanded, tendrils creeping forward like hungry specters. The Hollowed Curse—his new power—began to seep into the Warden's flesh.

The souls trapped inside felt it—the presence of something even more terrifying than their eternal prison.

And they began to listen.

The Warden froze. Its form shuddered, as if suddenly unsure of itself.

Kuragami's eyes pulsed with violet corruption.

"You have served your master for eons… but what has it given you?"

The voices within the Warden hesitated. Doubt.

And in that doubt, Kuragami struck.

His Hollowed Curse erupted like a plague, seeping into every soul, rewriting their very existence. The Warden twisted violently, its own body betraying it.

The thousands of trapped souls, once slaves, now his.

And then, with a final, deafening scream, the Abyssal Warden knelt before him.

Not slain. Subjugated.

Saphira trembled. "You… you turned it into your own weapon…?"

Kuragami's smirk widened.

"One down. Nine to go."