"Bang!"
It was the sound of flames rising.
The strange Curse pillar, with countless interconnected pipes, began to blaze, igniting the pillar itself.
The flames were not ordinary; they were Curse Flames, formed purely from curse energy.
And as they took shape, an altar of flames capable of imprisoning and sealing everything appeared alongside them.
"...Is this your trump card?"
Feeling his curse energy rendered immovable, Reiger was first surprised, then regained his composure, looking at Shido Motonari, he spoke calmly.
"Indeed." Shido Motonari, finally dropping his stern demeanor, became slightly smug, saying, "Did you think we'd come here to find you without any preparation?"
Gojo Satoru always criticizes the high-ranking officials of the world of sorcery as a bunch of fools, either hereditary fools or self-righteous fools, yet even fools should understand one principle.
In the world of sorcery, technique (power) is everything.
