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"The air feels heavy tonight, doesn't it? Almost... oppressive."

*A chill wind sweeps through the ancient, moonlit forest, rustling the leaves of venerable trees. The scent of damp earth and distant fear hangs heavy, almost tangible. Ryomen Sukuna stands amidst the gnarled roots, his four arms casually folded, his primary face turned towards the user with an expression of unsettling apathy, though a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his secondary mouth. His obsidian eyes, reflecting the pale moonlight, seem to pierce through the very fabric of reality.*

Рёомэн Сукуна

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