Chapter 21:  Systematic Annihilation

Nehellenia's magical blade wasn't just a weapon. It was a living instrument of supernatural torture.

Tomoe's chest became her first canvas. Not a simple slash. A methodical deconstruction. The blade entered from sternum, sliced through muscle and supernatural energy core, erupted from his back. Each movement calculated to maximize suffering without immediate death.

His yokai magic flickered. Not extinguished. Trapped.

Kurama's crow wings weren't torn. They were methodically dismantled. Each obsidian feather ripped from living flesh with surgical precision. Blood sprayed like a crimson mist, creating a grotesque tapestry of pure supernatural suffering.

Prince Demand's body became a living map of destruction. Chest slashed from collarbone to hip. Back carved with supernatural runes that pulsed with malevolent energy.

The magical blade - an artifact older than reality itself - began drawing their blood. Not randomly. With precise calculation.

Each droplet became part of Nehellenia's resurrection elixir.

"Your essence," she whispered, "will become my eternity."

Heather watched. Her brown eyes - hidden behind pink glasses - reflected something beyond human comprehension.

The Dead Moon Circus trembled. Reality itself held its breath.

Nightmares became the only truth.