Chapter 79: The Cursed Dragon Arm Awakens

The world was burning again.
Shibuya’s streets, once painted with neon lights and laughter, had turned into a battlefield of screams.

Chunks of asphalt melted under waves of cursed mana.
Buildings cracked, floating debris suspended mid-air by gravitational distortions.
And in the center of it all—stood Tendou Kanata, his right arm wrapped in torn bandages that now pulsed with an ominous blue glow.

The arm that devours magic had finally awakened.

Shibuya Crossing was unrecognizable.
Neon lights that once symbolized youth now flickered over corpses and burning cars.
Mana particles filled the air like black snow.

Kanata stood at the center, his right arm pulsing violently under the torn bandages.
That arm—the Right Hand of Oblivion—the same power that erased the Leviathan, that rewrote reality itself, was hungering once more.

Far above, helicopters screamed through the sky.
Commander Itsuha led the first strike, flames blazing from her sword.

“Fall back!” she ordered, cutting through a wave of undead.
“Hold the perimeter until the evacuation is complete!”

The roar of gunfire drowned beneath a single, familiar voice over the comms.

“We’re losing the eastern sector! The necro-gas mutated—these things are absorbing mana now!” shouted Reiga.

Kanata’s eyes narrowed. Reiga, once the lazy prankster of their class, was now part of M.R.S.U. Intelligence—fighting to hold a city that was already half-dead.

Then another voice joined in—calm, commanding.

“Containment’s impossible. Pull civilians out first—Kanata’s the only one who can stop the source.”

It was Kisaragi Aine, once a fellow witch, now Commander of M.R.S.U.
Her tone was the same as when they trained together under Celestine: steady, unshaken, but heavy with fear.

Itsuha glanced at her.
“You mean him? But that power—if he loses control—”

Before she could finish, the world flashed white.

The bandages burst apart.
Black and crimson scales crept up Kanata’s arm as the cursed veins ignited like fire.

He looked down at his trembling hand.
“So this is what you wanted, right… Right Hand of Oblivion?”

The air around him distorted.
Winds bent. Shadows screamed. The sky split open with a roar that wasn’t human.

From the highest tower nearby, a man in a porcelain mask watched—Masahiro Kirigaya, the Necromancer King.
The one responsible for the Anvill outbreak, the Shibuya gas, and the resurrection experiments that mimicked the Leviathan’s energy.

“So the dragon stirs again… perfect,” he whispered, raising his arm.
Thousands of corpses fused into a single massive body of steel and bone.

A towering abomination—Necro-Titan Ω—let out a screech that shattered glass across the district.

Kanata exhaled.
He remembered every life that led him here—
Naomi’s guidance, Nagisa’s discipline, Aine’s rivalry, Itsuha’s trust, Celestine’s smile, Asuna’s courage, Haqua’s hope.

Every bond forged across the seventy-eight chapters of his life pulsed within him.

“You really think something that ugly can scare me?”

He stepped forward, the earth cracking beneath his boots.
“Let’s dance.”

The Necro-Titan swung its massive arm.
Buildings collapsed in its wake, shockwaves tearing through the streets.

Kanata blurred, vanishing into a flash of blue light.

“Clock Sync — Dragon Burst!”

A sonic boom followed as his fist collided with the monster’s chest.
Flames of compressed mana erupted, forcing the giant back.
But the Necromancer only smiled.

“Arise, children of the abyss!”

From the shadows, hundreds of undead crawled out—soldiers, civilians, even M.R.S.U. officers.
Their hollow eyes glowed with necrotic light.

Itsuha and Aine fought side by side below, holding the line.
Celestine’s voice came through the comms, calm but firm.

“Kanata-kun, your mana flow is unstable. If you keep drawing from the arm, it’ll consume you.”

Kanata clenched his jaw.
“Then I’ll just burn faster.”

Energy surged through his body, blue lightning wrapping him like living armor.
His skin cracked, glowing gold beneath.
And within his mind, an echo—a voice from long ago.

“Power isn’t meant to protect you, Kanata. It’s meant to protect the world you cherish.”
It was Naomi’s voice—his mother’s.

He gritted his teeth.
“Then this curse—will protect everything!”

The sky split again as a golden-black dragon silhouette emerged behind him.
Its wings spread, overlapping with his own aura.
The ground trembled beneath the combined force of dragon and man.

The Necro-Titan charged.
Kanata raised his right arm.

“Oblivion Break!”

The world went silent for half a heartbeat—
then exploded in blinding light.

The creature disintegrated, its soul erased from existence.
A wave of pure energy tore through the city, sweeping away the infection.

When the light faded, Kanata stood alone amidst the ruins—his breathing ragged, his arm reverting to human form, dripping with black mana.

Helicopters hovered above.
M.R.S.U. soldiers moved in to clear survivors.

Aine landed first, her armor half-broken.
She approached slowly.
“Kanata…”

He looked at her, fatigue deep in his eyes.
“It’s over… for now.”

Reiga lowered his pistols, surveying the shattered skyline.
“Shibuya’s gone, but at least the infection’s contained.”

Kanata’s gaze shifted toward the distant glow on the horizon—
a red flare pulsing from Tokyo Tower.

“No… this was never the end. This was the beginning.”

At the very top of Tokyo Tower, a lone silhouette watched the city burn.
Her hair—ash-gray with violet tips—danced in the wind.
Eyes like amethyst reflected the moonlight and the chaos below.

Lilith Arcrayne.

She had seen it all—
from Kanata’s first awakening in Chapter 1,
to his descent into darkness,
to the sealing of Leviathan and the rebirth of Tokyo’s magic order.

She smiled faintly.

“So… the Cursed Dragon Arm has finally awakened.”
Her voice was soft, timeless.
“You’ve come far, Kanata. But every curse has its source… and every light casts a shadow.”

She turned her gaze toward the full moon—
and for the briefest moment, the moon answered with a pulse of purple light.

“The convergence is upon us. The worlds are beginning to merge… and the Abyssal Gate will soon open.”

The wind howled.
Her figure blurred, dissolving into black feathers that scattered across the night.