Usagi 1

Usagi remains in her angelic Sailor form, flying above the open sea with the empty revolver clenched in one hand. Japan’s coast emerges beneath thinning clouds.

At the waterfront, civilians gather around a shrine procession. Priests and mourners carry paper charms crusted with black salt, identical to the seals on the prison boat.

Sailor Mars, Sailor Jupiter, and Sailor Venus remain stranded beneath the prison. No companion follows Usagi into the widening dawn over Japan.

As Usagi descends, every black-salt charm flares. The light jumps from hand to hand, marking the crowd, the shrine steps, and the waiting boats with Queen Beryl’s curse.

The civilians look upward. Some raise shielding arms; others kneel as dark lines spread across their faces like reflections of the island’s impossible walls.

Usagi touches down among the salt-stained procession, wings casting a pale shadow over the waterfront. The empty revolver hangs at her side while every marked stranger turns toward her.

Usagi raises the transformation brooch over the empty revolver. Pale radiance pours into its cracked frame, while the black-salt marks across the waterfront pulse in answer.

The revolver stretches and reshapes in her hand, its wooden grip becoming white metal veined with silver light. A drum forms beneath the barrel, already turning.

The weapon finishes as a magical machine gun, its muzzle ringed with moon symbols. A shining belt feeds into it endlessly, each cartridge appearing without sound.

Across the shrine steps, marked civilians recoil. Their reflected faces distort in the salt lines, and the crowd compresses toward the boats as though pulled by one unseen will.

The priest, an elderly man in white robes stained by black salt, with a lean build, weathered face, cropped gray hair, and a crescent scar at his temple, lifts both hands. Behind him, the shrine bell rings once without a rope or human touch.

The machine gun rests ready in Usagi’s grasp, limitless ammunition shining beneath her pale wings. Every cursed mark turns toward its new silver weapon.

Usagi lifts the magical machine gun toward the paling sky. Her silver wings hold steady as the endless belt begins feeding with a soft metallic whisper.

She unleashes the ammunition. Moon-marked rounds streak upward in a brilliant, unbroken stream, punching through the low clouds without striking the waterfront crowd.

The gunfire rolls across the harbor like thunder. Above the shrine, the clouds open into a vast circular wound of darkness, rimmed with pale fire.

Every black-salt mark flares at once. The reflected prison walls vanish from the civilians’ faces, but their shadows remain fixed against the ground, pointing upward.

Far beyond the cloudbreak, something answers each shot with a deeper report. The magical belt continues producing ammunition as the dark opening widens above Japan.

Usagi turns the magical machine gun downward. Its moon-marked muzzle floods with white fire as the endless belt feeds faster, drawing a silver line through the clouds toward Earth.

The first storm of rounds strikes the world beneath the harbor. Continents fracture along glowing seams, oceans lift into silent walls, and the planet breaks apart beneath the widening occult wound.

Japan falls away in immense, soundless fragments. The shrine, boats, and salt-marked civilians vanish into the expanding darkness as the planet becomes a ring of burning debris.

The machine gun’s ammunition finally stops appearing. Its silver belt crumbles into ash, and the weapon locks against Usagi’s hands, draining the pale radiance from her wings.

Earth is destroyed. Usagi remains suspended above its scattered remains, wings dimmed and empty-handed, while the circular darkness overhead closes around her like an unblinking eye.