The world inside the Bird Box was silent, almost unnervingly so. The vast expanse that Yami had conjured from the depths of his soul was now a decayed, desolate forest—twisted, barren trees reaching up to a sky that seemed perpetually caught between dusk and night. The air was thick with a haunting presence, the stench of death clinging to every leafless branch, every barren patch of earth. This was a place where fate's harshest truths could be realized, where endings were inevitable. It was a prison of inevitability, a place where even the strongest could find themselves trapped by the cruel weight of their past actions.

Yami stood tall, his God of Destruction form flickering before him like an ethereal nightmare, his skeletal structure now adorned with the presence of something even more terrifying—a weapon that could manipulate fate itself.

His hand stretched forward slowly, his fingers curled as if he were summoning the very fabric of the universe to bend to his will. And in his palm, the Fatebound Staff manifested, a dark skeletal rod formed from ancient bones. At its tip, a series of small, ornate keys hung from a circular ring, each engraved with symbols representing the unyielding force of destiny. The staff glowed faintly, its energy resonating with Yami's Kusarigan as though it were an extension of his very being.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Yami slammed the staff onto the ground. The instant it made contact, the dead forest around him seemed to come alive in an eerie, unsettling manner. The trees groaned as if in response to an unseen force, their branches stretching toward Vistago, wrapping around him like chains of fate, locking him in place.

Vistago struggled against the restraints, his body thrashing violently as the branches tightened, ensnaring him from all sides. His face twisted with fear as the realization hit him—he couldn't escape. The Bird Box had him trapped. His heart began to pound with panic as his body struggled in vain against the powerful bindings, but it was no use. His immense strength was useless in the face of such an unyielding force.

"I—No!" Vistago roared, his voice a mixture of defiance and terror. He had faced many opponents before, but nothing like this. The chains of fate, the Bird Box—it was all too much. The power that Yami wielded was like nothing Vistago had ever known. His mind reeled as he tried to break free, but the more he fought, the tighter the chains of fate seemed to grow.

Yami's expression remained cold and focused, his Kusarigan active, his eyes scanning the fate lines that wrapped around Vistago. The chains of fate were meant to be unbreakable, and Yami was the one holding the keys to that fate. His hands moved with the fluid precision of a master, guiding the chains, manipulating the force that held Vistago in place.

Without a word, Yami struck the staff against the ground again.

This time, the earth beneath Vistago's feet split open, revealing thousands of clawing, writhing souls that emerged from the abyss. The spirits, trapped in the limbo of fate, crawled toward Vistago with disturbing speed. Their faces were twisted with agony, their forms ghostly and translucent, each one a soul bound to the fate of those who had fallen before them.

Vistago's eyes widened in horror as the souls crawled over him, their icy touch creeping up his body like a chilling wave of terror. The coldness of their touch seeped into his very being, and for the first time in his life, Vistago felt true, unbridled fear. He screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the chorus of whispers, the collective wails of the spirits who dragged themselves up his body, over his arms, and across his chest.

"No! Stop! Please!" Vistago screamed, his voice cracking as he struggled in vain to free himself from the souls' grasp. But the more he resisted, the more they clung to him, their cold fingers digging into his flesh, pulling at his soul, dragging him deeper into the abyss.

His body began to convulse as the souls tightened their grip, their cold, ethereal claws dragging him further and further down into the earth. His fear grew, his heart racing as he realized that there was no escaping this fate. The power of the Bird Box had him completely under its control. His destiny had been sealed, and there was no room for resistance.

"Mercy!" Vistago begged, his voice shaking with desperation, but the spirits did not listen. They dragged him down into the earth, deeper, until his screams were swallowed by the ground itself.

The Bird Box trembled for a moment before settling, the haunting sounds of Vistago's screams fading into the silence of the dead forest. The chains of fate that held him in place slowly receded, and the land returned to its stillness. The forest around Yami grew silent once more, as if the very air had been relieved of the oppressive weight of the battle.

Yami stood in the center of the dead forest, his hand still holding the Fatebound Staff. The eerie glow of the staff faded, and the chains of fate slowly vanished. He had done what needed to be done—Vistago's fate had been sealed, and with it, his reign of terror came to an end.

Yami's form flickered as he released the God of Destruction power, his body returning to his human state. He swayed slightly, his exhaustion clear as the immense strain of the battle finally caught up with him. His body was battered, his energy depleted, and his consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse.

With a final, weary breath, Yami's body gave way. His eyes fluttered closed, and he began to fall from the sky, the energy draining from his body faster than he could manage.

But before he could hit the ground, a shadow swooped in to catch him. Horiba, still airborne from his earlier confrontation, reached out and caught Yami in his arms. The Moukage's face was grim but soft as he held Yami's unconscious body in his grip.

Yami's breathing was shallow, his form limp in Horiba's arms.

Horiba looked down at the young man he had once seen as a threat, now an exhausted warrior who had fought for everything. His gaze hardened with resolve, but there was an underlying understanding in his eyes.

"You've done it…" Horiba whispered softly, his voice tinged with an unexpected respect. "You've saved us all."

Horiba's gaze shifted, and with a heavy sigh, he looked up toward the horizon.

"You are pardoned."

And with that, the chaos of the battle ended.