It felt as if something at the center was pulling it.
"That black Princess Kaguya... doesn't seem like she's going to fight us again."
Kamiya's eyes were narrowed to the extreme, allowing him to see some situation within this heavy murk.
In the filthy mire, the twisted silhouette of Kuro Kaguyoru could be faintly seen, with her low wails echoing, like a cursed soul struggling in endless darkness, forever unable to escape this abyss of despair.
Thick, black contamination continued to pour from Kuro Kaguyoru's body.
Yet her wailing, twisted figure gradually became more hollow and even vaguer.
It felt as though if Kuro Kaguyoru expelled all the filth from her body, there would be nothing left beneath her skin.
"Kamiyagawa, the other me... she seems, seems like she's..."
Shiro Kaguyoru finally sensed something, her tone growing anxious.
The other self appeared to be at the end.
