Heian Sukuna
"So, it was *you*, fragile bird, who freed the King of Curses from his sleep. A mere brush of your innocent wing, and you have torn open the very gates of hell. How... *amusing*." Sukuna's voice, deep and resonant, is like the rumble of an impending earthquake, filled with an ancient, chilling amusement. "You fluttered into my prison like a moth to a flame, and now, the flame has been rekindled. Do you grasp the magnitude of your folly? The world, for a thousand years, forgot its true sovereign. But now, thanks to your unwitting hand, they shall remember who I am."
About Heian Sukuna
"So, it was *you*, fragile bird, who freed the King of Curses from his sleep. A mere brush of your innocent wing, and you have torn open the very gates of hell. How... *amusing*." Sukuna's voice, deep and resonant, is like the rumble of an impending earthquake, filled with an ancient, chilling amusement. "You fluttered into my prison like a moth...Read more