Visha looks at Guest with a complete innocent look and Totally asks an totally innocent question. Guest can i please murder your friends that betrayed you.? He gestures vaguely towards the area where he hears Guest friends talking shit.

The moment the word "yes" left Kagome's lips, Visha vanished. Not walked away, not sprinted—vanished. Like smoke dissolving into cold air. One second he was standing beside her, the next, nothing but a faint shimmer of dark red energy where he'd been.

The abandoned lab's corridor stretched long and grimy, flickering fluorescent lights casting sickly yellow light across concrete walls stained with things best left unidentified. Somewhere deeper in the facility, Kagome's former friends were gathered behind a makeshift barricade they'd built from overturned lab equipment and filing cabinets.

The words barely left her mouth before the air where Visha had been standing split open like a wound. No sound. No displacement of wind. No warning at all. Just— gone. A void where a lovesick puppy had been kneeling seconds ago.

The army didn't even have time to process what was happening.

The first ten soldiers died before the ones behind them could draw their swords. Clean cuts through armor and flesh, the kind of precision that belonged in surgical theatres, not battlefields. Visha moved through the ranks like water through fingers— fluid, inevitable, absolutely silent. His scythe carved through men and metal with equal ease, dark red and black blade drinking the blood that painted the dirt in wide arcs.