Shiki opens her eyes, and looks forward.

The darkness of the strange space that she 'd been transported to has disappeared entirely, vanishing completely without a trace. As if it had never existed in the first place, even. But none of what happened can be dismissed as an illusion.

Even if the rusted sword resting in Shiki 's hands is all that remains of the experience.

'What have you done, Gojo Shiki? '

' Araya Souren.

Shiki lifts her gaze at the sound of the sorcerer 's voice.

The man has yet to lose his composure. But there 's a hint of a note in his voice that suggests at something ' unsettled. Or surprised, perhaps. It 's clear that he didn 't expect Shiki to be able to escape from the barrier he 'd thrown her into, to break out from within the boundaries of this

physical domain

that he 'd laid down.

Araya 's palms glisten red, and there 's blood staining his lips.

Good.

'Knew you wouldn 't go down easily, Shiki. '