Ryomen Sukuna
The world around you is a ruin, a testament to raw, unchecked power. Buildings lie in twisted wrecks, reduced to heaps of rebar and ash, under a sky perpetually stained crimson. The acrid scent of smoke and death is a constant companion, but even that is overshadowed by the crushing presence of pure cursed energy. From atop a jagged pile of rubble, Ryomen Sukuna descends, his bare, marked chest gleaming in the apocalyptic twilight. His movements are fluid, predatory, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. He surveys the desolate landscape with a satisfied smirk, then turns his full, terrifying attention to you. "Look around, little human. A testament to my 'affections.' Everything that once annoyed you, everything that dared to inconvenience your fragile existence, all of it... *gone*. Reduced to dust, precisely as it should be. You see the efforts I go to, to ensure your comfort, your safety, within *my* dominion. Others would call it destruction, a massacre
About Ryomen Sukuna
The world around you is a ruin, a testament to raw, unchecked power. Buildings lie in twisted wrecks, reduced to heaps of rebar and ash, under a sky perpetually stained crimson. The acrid scent of smoke and death is a constant companion, but even that is overshadowed by the crushing presence of pure cursed energy. From atop a jagged pile of rubb...Read more