Seizing the God's weapon, however briefly, allowed Koorimaru a firsthand study of its abilities.
What the devil--?!
Imbued with the creature's very essence, it was in effect no different than seizing upon one of the
Shards. The cruelty he put into it as a weapon, however, did not seem to be directed unless he willed it.
That did not stifle the cruelty of this creature's diabolical mischief. He felt the change take him as he was punched across the landscape, skid and bounced over Sarada, and embedded in one of the fractured hills that jutted from the Forsworn World's jagged landscape.
Cursing under his breath, from the shower of rubble and dust he emerge, changed, though through the sadistic depth of his eyes, Koorimaru, unmistakably, remained.
*codpiece optional. Use your imagination - or better yet, don't and bask in greatness regardless.
"A God of Reality with the potential for anything," he seethed, "And yet this annoyance of the flesh is the best you can do?!"
Immediately,
Void Tunnels opened up in a series before him, same as the God some distance away, and Koorimaru cast his fists through them in a barrage that surrounded its frame.
"No, on the contrary, you can stay exactly where you are," Jack replied, then grew silent as he concentrated.
Unlike the cigar smoke that concealed them within
the Grey, this time Jack summoned from within him a more directed use
Grave Magic. The acrid smell of brimstone began to fill the phantom bridge and perfuse through the entirety of the Gotengo, and where the smoke had previously hidden them, this time the matter began to shift and dissolve.
Eventually, when all was said and done, the vessel was teleported in its entirety into low orbit where it hung in silence.
"Usually...I'd use that to return something to Hell," he said, taking a seat, for the effort had visibly taxed him, "But with Inanna cleaning the place out, moving through the intersection allowed us to get out of dodge. Now you can get to work."