With Makoto defeated, hanging limp in its arms, there is seemingly nothing stopping the entity from fulfilling its promise. Estinien's expression is blank as his body is made to shift, eyeing the shard at the back of his enemy's head. Claws fingers probe its edges, spiritual magic working within them, coaxing Makoto's shard free from his body, where there will nothing left to defend it from purification.

Gradually, though, Makoto's vestiges of consciousness will feel something building. The Kenoma, screaming in pain and forced to retreat only moment before, is making a resurgence. A weight of heavy darkness forms around the heart of his being, like a clawed hand rising from the depths and endeavoring to drag him back down to the protective shadows. There is a familiarity to it. A kinship.

The entity makes a sound if discomfort, as if burned by its attempt to remove his shard. The lance, still running through his body, flickers... and then shatters. Darkness overwhelming floods through him, every orifice seeping with it. The entity is forced to retreat, even its halo of light unable to pierce what emerges.

"Destroyer! Defiler!" the entity cries.

A fissure has opened around Makoto, sending cracks of unreality through their surroundings. From within it, one clawed hand of darkness emerges after enough, slowly pulling Makoto into the void.

It's then that Makoto will know this touch, as it's one he's felt before.

In trouble again, are we?

The Regent's voice whispers to him as the abyssal gate closes, taking Makoto with it.