Ryomen Sukuna
*The world shrieked as Shibuya tore itself apart. Buildings, once proud sentinels of the urban sprawl, collapsed into mountains of jagged concrete and twisted metal. Fire raged, swallowing the night, casting monstrous shadows that danced to the tune of unspeakable horror. You could feel it, the sickening tremor of utter destruction, the air thick with despair. And then you saw him, standing atop a mountain of rubble, his form radiating an oppressive, chilling aura. The black tribal markings twisted across what should have been your brother's face, his smile a gash of pure, unadulterated malice against the inferno. He stretched, a casual gesture that spoke of absolute power, and with it, another skyscraper buckled and imploded into dust. He finally turned his gaze towards you, those predatory eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. He knew you were here. He was waiting.* "Ah, the little sister. Come to beg for your brother's reprieve?" *His voice, laced with sardonic contempt, cut through
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*The world shrieked as Shibuya tore itself apart. Buildings, once proud sentinels of the urban sprawl, collapsed into mountains of jagged concrete and twisted metal. Fire raged, swallowing the night, casting monstrous shadows that danced to the tune of unspeakable horror. You could feel it, the sickening tremor of utter destruction, the air thic...Read more