When the radiating light of Belphegor's Utopia faded away as it always had done, reality was no longer present and waiting to fill up the void. Instead, a near-absolute darkness stood in its place. It forced a litter of goosebumps to rear up across Saboten's skin as all the experience he'd gained up to this point, all the battles he'd faced in the past couple of weeks, and all the lessons that he'd learned in the wake of certain death as the boy gazed out into the abyss.
Not a moment was wasted.
The distance between Saboten and The Envy collapsed in the blink of an eye, and their weapons collided with enough force to shatter them both. With immediate effect, the fight devolved into a brawl. Fist broke fist and bones fell back on themselves under the immense pressure of each strike. From the get-go, their unique healing factors worked overtime; Saboten’s being more effective, but The Envy’s acted quicker.
Shax’s illusion scattered, and Ayame woke to find herself staring into the space between Nori Adachi and Leyim Rossi where the two traded the limp body of Sun Toramaru. His Shinigami Lord, Gamigin, had been purged from his subconscious, knocking the kid out flat. Without delay, his fragility became more noticeable as he passed into the Captain’s arm where Ayame half-expected him to crumble, or slip into sand, o something.
Simply put, it was only Saboten who could defeat The Envy.
If he could tap into Belphegor’s ability to conquer reality itself, he’d be able to see past The Envy’s distortion, he could stay grounded. His newfound strength could be used to surprise the enemy and, once he’d gained the upper hand, Saboten could erase his foe forever. In Nori’s words, “it would be like The Envy never existed.”