tsuchi magic

Tsuchimikado Motoharu chanted with his voice, the same way as always, the final
incantation.
A blinding white light washed over them, and only the roar of something being
unleashed into the night sky exploded into his ears. The boom, sounding like a beast’s
cry, cut through the night sky and flew away toward a single point.
Was that the direction of Kamijou’s house?
Would he end everything with this one last attack?
The damage he took from the numerous blows seemed to finally begin to resound within
him late, and Kamijou’s consciousness began to fade.
He heard the sound of something slowly falling. Like a doll discarded out of boredom,
Tsuchimikado’s limbs sprawled and he collapsed onto the floor.
The night sky, a giant full moon floating in it, began to return to the burning twilight.
The night, which was transformed by Power of God’s spell, changed back into the glow
of evening.
Next to a certain young man lay a single girl.
It was the form of Index, having been drugged to sleep.
Her figure grew blurry and vague. Then, in the blink of an eye, the form of Index, who
was lying on the floor, transformed into that of a different girl. Kamijou Shiina. The
certain boy’s mother.
The substitution began to clear.
Angel Fall began to clear.
“Tsu...chi...mikado?”
The young man, the pulp beaten clean out of him, said right before losing consciousness
at the end of his intense pain.
There was no answer.

In the gap between Tsuchimikado’s face and the floor, red liquid was gradually flowing
out.
His body silently sank into the sea of blood.
And despite that, Tsuchimikado did not move.
He did not move an inch.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 4, Chapter 4