At the precise moment the name was spoken, the entire atmosphere seemed to stop. A thick, almost tangible silence spread across the scene, so omnipresent that it could be mistaken for a persistent white noise seeping through every crack and crevice of the surrounding walls. The curses invoked by Satori, standing beside the one who had created them with his cursed technique, reacted immediately: their eyes opened monstrously wide, reflecting both an indescribable terror and a fierce determination, while the expressions on their faces transformed into masks of adrenaline and restrained rage. But those dark beings, without showing hesitation, sprang into motion with the imminent certainty that the battle had begun, and they would not fall behind in the face of the looming danger; their hands moved in unison despite the terror that chilled their bones.
In the center of the scene, Sukuna's Domain Expansion, the legendary King of Curses, marked the beginning of a catastrophic transformation in the environment. With an air of arrogance and assured evil, Sukuna, with his immense grin at witnessing his expansion once more, watched as the Torii gates unfolded before his eyes, opening like a wound in the very fabric of reality. The roar of the ritual reverberated through the air, causing the ground to tremble slightly, while an ancient energy concentrated at the point of origin, where once stood the prison emerged, destroying everything in its path.
Alongside the red gates, a shrine rose from the very depths of the earth, appearing as a macabre echo of sacred temples. Yet, far from offering the serenity and protection associated with a benevolent sanctuary, this structure was brutally aggressive. Its walls were splattered with blood, and the putrid skull, an eternal symbol of corruption and the inevitability of death, adorned parts of the edifice, reminding all that this was no refuge but a deadly trap. The scars and wounds that Gojo Satoru had inflicted upon him in the other world, the ninja world, seemed insignificant in the face of the relentless magnitude of this new threat. The expansion operated with the precision and brutality it always had before his great fight with the honored one, although something fundamental had changed, and he realized it: the binding vow was no longer in effect; it now seemed to have transformed into a force that spread spontaneously, almost as if the limitations of bygone times had been left behind. Amid this transformation, Sukuna's smile widened deliriously, reflecting an almost childish joy as he admired the complete destruction of a prison, a jail that struggled in the abyss of its own disintegration.
Not far from the epicenter of Sukuna's power, the curses summoned by Satori responded with coordinated movements ranging from subtle to terrifyingly aggressive. From Mahito's mouth sprang forth small floating hands. From them emanated a delicate yet dangerous gesture: the characteristic sign of his expansion. In a voice blending irony with fierce determination, Mahito shouted
" Domain Expansion: Self-Embodiment of Perfection! "
The resonance of these words seemed to rumble through the space, as if each syllable were infused with the very essence of the curse, summoning a power that sought to achieve levels of perfection unattainable in other realms. Next, Dagon took his turn. While his execution of the gesture differed somewhat from the elegance of a ritual sign, his intent was equally clear: to launch a counterattack aimed solely at disrupting Sukuna's area of influence. Desperation read across his face, a mixture of fear and fury radiating from every muscle as he unleashed his offensive:
" Domain Expansion: Horizon Of The Captivating Skandha! "
Beside him, Jogo, with one eye visibly trembling and filled with palpable fear, raised his voice in a cry that sounded more like a plea for help than a battle command; now he felt the power spoken of as belonging to the King of Curses.
" Domain Expansion: Coffin of the Iron Mountain! "
This deafening cry, full of the determination of a cornered fighter, sought to counter Sukuna's apocalyptic domain, but it was clear that desperation seeped into every one of his words.
While the summoned curses performed their own expansion rituals, Sukuna, sovereign of this chaos, watched the scene with boundless amusement. His laugh, sounding almost like the echo of a macabre joke, mingled with the violence of the surroundings. He wasted no time lamenting the presence of ghosts from the past; for Sukuna, those who had ceased to exist posed no threat. He had no interest in fighting useless specters of ancient battles; his gaze focused solely on the only real opponent standing before him. With a grin brimming with anticipation, Sukuna eagerly awaited the newly born curse's own Domain Expansion. He wanted to see, with his own eyes, the manifestation of this opponent's emerging power, for now he had become a being born of a power that a curse obtains for the first time: Chakra and Cursed Energy.
He wanted to witness its Domain Expansion, and if it still did not know how to do so, there was no need to worry: with the terror he inspired, he would force it to display everything he desired, especially now that Yūji had given him his body to fight each and every one of them.
As Sukuna's attention centered on the imminent challenge, his Domain Expansion spread uncontrollably. In the majestic Hōzuki Castle, the force of the expansion manifested in cuts and fractures that instantly radiated across a two-hundred-kilometer perimeter. Each strike was so precise it seemed to slice the very essence of the world, dismantling the ancient structure of the castle without leaving a trace. The nature of the destruction had changed radically: until now, Sukuna's attacks had targeted people and buildings, leaving scenes of widespread ruin and chaos, but in this instant, unlike before, nothing remained safe. Every obstacle, be it a wall or the earth itself, succumbed to his power. The violence of the unleashed cuts was such that each fracture reached meters deep, and the castle's integrity dissolved in seconds. One could literally see when his domain began to take effect: a perfect circle from the center where his shrine stood, now crumbling to dust.
All of this owed to his dangerous combination.
Explosions of Cursed Energy reverberated through the air, generating a roar so intense that the sounds merged into an incessant white noise, a product of the unleashed ultra-power. Sukuna, amidst this whirlwind of destruction, at least for the first half-second, appeared ecstatic; the aggressiveness of his expansion exceeded anything he had experienced before. In his thoughts echoed a simple and brutal truth:
" My former domain was limited to unleashing two types of cuts and overwhelmingly destroying my enemy and the surrounding area, leaving visible destruction; but now… by deploying my domain on this scale, I not only cut; these two types of cuts make everything around me disappear as soon as I open my domain. That prison, that castle, no longer exists. The people that the pet curse hasn't taken… everything disappears in seconds. It is a limitless force; Chakra and natural energy are so powerful with me that they perfectly merge with Cursed Energy… "
That revelation became tangible in Sukuna's insane grin, his face illuminated by overflowing happiness. He spread his four arms as if truly wishing to embrace the entire universe around him, and his robes billowed violently in the gusts erupting from the moments of destruction. The sky itself seemed to yield to his power; the clouds, which moments before were part of the atmosphere, began to dissolve, vanishing as if they had never existed. Sukuna's relentless cuts erased absolutely everything they touched, leaving a perfect void in their wake.
With a taunt dripping with contempt, Sukuna looked at the new curse and asked challengingly:
" Now what will you do, little bird? " His voice, infused with mockery and hunger, rose above the roar of destruction, as if daring any adversary to prove their worth.
At the far end of the battlefield, Satori looked up at the sky and froze. His eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and disbelief as he watched Sukuna's expansion literally erase the entire environment in seconds. The sight was apocalyptic buildings, trees, even the ground itself seemed to vanish before the King of Curses' wrath. Though Satori mastered some cursed techniques, he knew deep down that none of his abilities could match the magnitude of that devastating attack. With his heart racing and breath growing ragged, he looked desperately at his puppets: those invocations, those shadows he controlled, had deployed their own domain. However, unlike Sukuna's brutal expansion, their domain was confined to a barely perceptible bubble of control, now showing the first cracks under the immensity of Sukuna's Cursed Energy weak.
Satori's fear quickly turned to rage; he could not accept that after so much time preparing, his power was being outmatched at this very moment. With each passing second, his hands moved with desperate urgency, attempting to invoke a new energy that might grant him one last chance to survive and prove his worth. The "call of death" seemed to lurk in every pore of his being, attempting to sever the vitality of his Cursed Energy. In that instant, as he watched Sukuna's domain devour the castle, a mantra repeated itself in his mind:
No, he did not want to die; he had just been born! He would barely show his power! He would not die like this!
He… would not die.
Though his body moved instinctively, Satori fought internally against the inertia of death. Despite being acutely aware of his fragility, his mind refused to accept defeat. As he stepped back slightly to buy time and assess the situation, he observed how Sukuna's expansion accelerated its advance. Everything happened in less than four seconds, as if a playful child were taunting him, eager to see which game would seal his fate a source of entertainment for one who had already claimed countless lives.
At that precise moment, something within Satori changed. He gave in to an intense, primal emotion… rage. His hands vibrating with fury, he formed an iconic gesture, something new in an equally new curse. With his left hand raised as if to hold the entire moon, and his right clenched in a fist, lowering to "cover" or protect that celestial body, Satori executed the seal of an eclipse. This gesture was more than a mere invocation; it symbolized duality, the strength of his inner darkness and the terror it inspired in those who dared challenge him. It was the very embodiment of people's deepest fears. Satori's lifeless, dead eyes finally showed emotion, the emotion that he wanted to end this.
In a voice steeped in solemni ty and fury, Satori pronounced the words Sukuna wanted him to utter:
" Domain Expansion… "
Sukuna opened his eyes in anticipation, seeing that hand arrangement, a configuration he had never seen before in other sorcerers or curses. He wanted to see what this newborn would bring against him, the veteran who had ruled a former world.
Satori saw how his puppets could not withstand the immensity of Sukuna's expansion; they vanished, transforming into nothing in less than a second, as if they had never existed.
And that expansion was approaching his area.
For Satori, everything began to slow down; his once-rapid breathing eased, preparing him to utter those words.
" Domain Expansion: The Realm of Eternal Night! "
The moment those words soared through the air, the Cursed Energy Satori carried became chaotic. His Chakra, intertwined with that dark energy, began to pulse with unprecedented force, making the air around him seem to vibrate under the weight of inevitability. Sukuna, witnessing such a display, appeared surprised. Though he knew Satori's Chakra was powerful, he had never seen such an outpouring; it seemed to have more Chakra than Cursed Energy, for around Satori a strange, bubbling mantra appeared condensed Chakra. It was the first time Sukuna had seen that; although it seemed lesser at first glance, it overflowed with an inscrutable quality, almost impossible to measure.
From below, a piercing scream echoed in the abyss opening beneath them, and Sukuna watched in awe as Satori's expansion managed, in places, to contain the unstoppable advance of his own expansion. But the scream made him look down: the box from which the new curse had emerged remained intact. That surprise, that anomaly amid the destruction, his Domain Expansion had not destroyed it, left Sukuna with wide-open eyes.
Because the box had reacted to Satori's Domain Expansion.
He saw that, unlike the dome of a conventional expansion, this curse's domain resembled a vortex leading nowhere; it looked like a turbulent, dense cloud, almost like the inside of that cursed box. It seemed that the strength of Satori's domain, though closed, possessed a special nature unlike any other seen before in battles with curses.
And at that instant, Yūji though unable to control his body at that moment had been watching all along, desperation and wonder etched on his face at the collision of both domains.
" The barrier… " That simple word, uttered by Yūji's mouth materializing on Sukuna's right cheek, encapsulated the magnitude of the impact. The domains had collided, but to Sukuna's surprise, his domain could not overlap Satori's, despite being a closed expansion. It was an expansion never before seen in any other curse, and this new technique seemed capable of controlling not only Cursed Energy but also Chakra itself, creating a symbiosis and giving it a unique appearance.
With a smile full of pride and near-arrogant confidence, Sukuna commented despite his momentary surprise " You will not win… Unlike him, I have what the world possesses. "
Sukuna's voice echoed amid the destruction as his eyes scanned the devastated landscape. All around, everything seemed to vanish: where once stood an imposing castle, now lay a deep crater marking the spot of the majestic Hōzuki Castle. In those long, eternal seconds, Sukuna let out a small, almost childish laugh, delighting in seeing Satori's domain begin to crumble into a thousand pieces.
Yet the battle was far from over. Satori, who had struggled to maintain his domain's integrity, found himself in the midst of catastrophe. The precise second his domain's structure exploded, everything happened at the same speed as the battle's beginning. Thousands of cuts emerged like lethal blades, attempting to annihilate Satori in a single strike. But instead of surrendering, Satori poured all his desperation into one last resort. With a force that seemed to transcend mere Cursed Energy, he reinforced his body by combining his Cursed Energy with the pure, almost nauseating energy that permeated his being. Sukuna, watching with amused fascination, could not help but smile as Satori's offensive began to fragment; in milliseconds, Satori's body seemed to explode into fragments, his limbs dispersing to the rhythm of precise cuts that, although powerful, now seemed insufficient to halt the advance. But Satori refused to die; he gave everything to avoid disappearing again, throwing himself into each moment despite the cuts occurring rapidly.
The tattoos adorning Sukuna's skin symbols revealing his true cursed nature, unlike before retracted slightly, as if trying to preserve a last vestige of energy. Sukuna, for his part, observed the mutation of those tattoos with curiosity and a touch of amusement, knowing time was a limited resource and that soon Satori's reserve of Cursed Energy would be on the brink of exhaustion. Now that he had taken control of Yūji's body, Sukuna knew he was not the only one eager to exploit the residual energy; that body contained a spark, a type of natural energy few could comprehend. The serpent inhabiting Yūji's seal provided only a minimal charge of energy, yet it was enough to easily overcome this curse.
Finally, Sukuna's expansion ceased. Around him, the devastation had solidified: the torn clouds formed a perfect ring in the sky, while Hōzuki Castle had ceased to exist, reduced to a mere memory, at least for the most part, as only decayed structures, clean cuts, and now less devastating damage remained. For an instant, it seemed the destruction extended almost to the sea's edge, but the relentless force had managed to confine the ruin within precise limits: exactly two hundred kilometers, no more, no less. The vast forest that had once been a refuge of life had become a blanket of barren earth; everything had been compacted by his expansion, without so much as a fragment to hint at its former existence.
With a triumphant smile exuding boundless confidence, Sukuna spread his arms in victory and exclaimed, letting out short laughs, " Yes, this is a true domain. "
His voice seemed to permeate every corner of the devastated landscape as he admired the clean, precise destruction he had wrought. Yet his attention did not stop there: amid all this chaos, his gaze fell on Satori. With his body wounded, his Cursed Energy nearly spent, and fury burning in his eyes, Satori had approached close enough to face Sukuna in direct combat.
Driven by desperate determination and uncontrollable rage, Satori leaped forward and landed a solid blow on Sukuna's face. The impact was brutal, sending Sukuna rolling to the opposite end of the battlefield, as if Satori's unstoppable force had stripped the King of Curses of all composure.
Yet Sukuna did not allow himself to be defeated by the blow. With the agility of an experienced sorcerer, he blocked the violent strike and, instead of falling heavily onto the ground he had shattered himself, assumed an almost mocking stance. His four arms unfolded with lethal grace and, with a disdainful, crooked smile, he murmured theatrically " What's the matter, little bird? Have I hurt your invincible ego? Hmm? "
His words intertwined with the violence and frenetic pace of the fight, provoking a new wave of attacks. Satori's fists flew relentlessly, executed with the coldness and desperation that only those on the brink of death can muster. The blows came in rapid bursts, and although Satori lacked refined style, his technique was rooted in basic movements charged with the fury of a wounded spirit trying ever more to defeat the dominant Sukuna.
Sukuna, in turn, defended and counterattacked with almost supernatural coordination; his four arms moved in perfect synchrony, unleashing a series of strikes that seemed choreographed at the dawn of antiquity. With each block, one could sense the millennia of wisdom in his movements; despite having merged with Yūji's power, he refused to use the youth's techniques, preferring instead to deploy his own style, imbued with the essence of curses and the ancestral knowledge of centuries of battles he had fought so many times before.
The battlefield became the stage for a choreography of violence and shadows. Each spinning kick, each sweep along the ground, and each punch thrown by both warriors created devastating gusts of wind comparable to the most powerful wind jutsus in the ninja world. The force of the strikes lifted smoke and a cloud of dust that, combined with Cursed Energy, produced an apocalyptic visual spectacle, more than ever before. Satori's shadow extended and contradicted itself, as if the very darkness came to life in response to each of his movements.
Sukuna's arms flailed in a frenzy of force, seeking to breach the oppressive defense formed by the shadows. At one point, one of his arms rose intending to deliver a decisive blow to Satori's head, but before the fist could land, a dark hand emerged from the gloom, as if the darkness itself rebelled against him, pulling him to a halt in midair with the force of sticky tape. Another of his arms, in a swift movement, tried to exploit a slight opening for a side swipe at Satori's flank, but it was intercepted by a shadowy flash that cut the attack's momentum and forced him to retreat.
The flow of combat shifted constantly and dizzyingly. Each time Satori extended his hands, those ethereal shadows became living tentacles capable of blocking any advance. The movements grew almost choreographed, as if a macabre dance unfolded amid the chaos, with each strike, each counterattack, and each block revealing a level of complexity and precision beyond the merely human. An ascending spiral attack from Sukuna, beginning with an upward blow, shifting to a lateral sweep, and culminating in a downward strike seemed destined to topple his rival, but at the last moment, Satori's shadow condensed into a living wall. With pinpoint precision, several ethereal fingers extended to envelop each moving arm, as if the darkness had become an implacable magnet denying any continuation of the assault.
In an exchange that toyed with Sukuna's perception, Satori, in an almost imperceptible movement, merged with the dark cloak, vanishing from sight for a moment. As Sukuna ramped up his offensive, deploying his four arms in a coordinated display infused with Cursed Energy, his grin widened. The thrill of battle shone in every gesture, in every movement of his limbs. But just as it seemed the shadows had dissipated, an enveloping swirl of darkness rose from the ground, instantly trapping one of Sukuna's free arms. The sudden paralysis forced a momentary pause in the symphony of strikes, making it clear that every action, no matter how insignificant, was watched and neutralized in the blink of an eye.
" Haha! Yes, this feels like a fight! " exclaimed Sukuna with euphoria that shattered the tension of the surroundings, mocking Satori's last assault. Aggressively, he infused his fists with now-enhanced Cursed Energy and, in an instant, the centers of his fists glowed with a blinding white light that intertwined with blue lines of Chakra. This new manifestation of power made each blow feel charged; Satori felt the punches, which now drew blood, hurting far more than before, capable of turning either aggressive or patient with astonishing disparity depending on the situation. That's how Sukuna perceived it.
Laughing maniacally, Sukuna unleashed multiple blows with such coordination that Satori's defense barely found space. Each impact, imbued with natural energy, Chakra, and the density of Cursed Energy, met Satori's formidable resistance. But as the blows landed, Satori growled in rage as some impacts seemed to explode violently, leaving him stunned by what he was receiving; if he was dominating the area, now the child was beating him like a punching bag. The pain in his body, the pressure mounting in his bones and muscles, and the anguish of seeing his own technique turned painful his shadow helpers taking hits in equal measure yet enduring the pain suffered him more deeply than any physical wound. His face, still human in appearance, began to mutate; his features enlarged and deformed, gradually transforming into the true curse that had emerged from within.
Sukuna, ever attentive to every detail, perceived the transformation, and amid the violence of the clash, noticed a surprising change in his own form. Before his eyes materialized the figure of a massive bird, three meters wingspan, endowed with four gigantic wings unfolding with terrifying majesty. The transformation was such that, instead of a conventional mouth on its former form, Satori no longer had one there; in its place, two mouths appeared on the side of its body, while a single, piercing eye observed with intensity seeming to pierce Sukuna's very existence. Its feathers appeared sharp, almost lethal, reinforced by the Cursed Energy radiating from each plume, a clear sign it had evolved to adapt to the intensity of the fight. It finally revealed its true curse form, mostly because Sukuna had managed to enrage him, an emotion that unbalanced him.
He only wanted to see that child dead; he no longer wished for it.
" Now you truly look worse " said Sukuna with brutal frankness, feeling the impact of a blow that seemed coated with far greater force than usual. At that moment, he felt blood trickle down his face; without much ceremony, he wiped it away with disdain, as if that slight sign of vulnerability were insignificant against his enormity. In a fleeting thought, he told himself " This childish body only causes problems… fighting this way is more a disadvantage than an advantage. "
However, that reflection was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of battle, as Sukuna let out a playful, defiant laugh that echoed through the post-apocalyptic silence. The imminent second round loomed, in which every inch and every fragment of reality would be destroyed and reconfigured at his whim, marking the true essence of his new curse form.
Once the first phase of the confrontation reached an unbearable climax, Sukuna and Satori resumed their exchange of blows with an intensity defying logic. Satori's fists rose and fell in a continuous, frantic barrage, no longer thinking, it seemed more animal instinct, pure savagery above all.
" Just die, Die! Die! " It was no question of refined technique but of pure desperation and the rage of a curse knowing each second could be its last. Each punch emanated a combined energy of Cursed Energy and Chakra, and when each impact landed, the air filled with devastating winds, like a legion of ninjas unleashing the most powerful wind jutsus ever seen, toppling trees, scattering dust, and leaving a trail of destruction. The crater formed by the Domain Expansions grew deeper; what once was a towering mountain now neared sea level.
Sukuna, the unstoppable King of Curses, deployed his multiple arms in a coordinated frenzy. Each kick, each ground sweep with beast-like precision, and each punch aimed at his opponent carried the imminent fury of a titan. While attacking from various directions, Satori responded instinctively: the shadows, those ethereal extensions of his being, sprouted dark tentacles that blocked, deflected, and at times absorbed the attacks with almost supernatural grace. But this time, beyond merely blocking, they began to strike back, and as Sukuna hurled Satori skyward amid laughter, he felt dark spikes pierce his body, spikes Satori quickly healed using RCT.
While Satori hovered in the sky, his curse released that bestial bird cry again, and with that immersed scream, sonic waves shot toward Sukuna in seconds. The latter simply clapped and unleashed his imbued cooking cuts, slicing Satori in half, but he regenerated.
Sukuna intercepted the cry; his eardrums shattered and his body was covered in cuts. His clothes, untouched until then were torn, at least his shirt, exposing his slender body. But, as always, all those cuts healed instantly, and he smiled aggressively:
" I'm tired of playing; I'll finish this right now, " he murmured in a low voice, forming multiple hand seals. Yūji had seen that he intended to use the same jutsu twice, so his mouth materialized on Sukuna's chest.
Only this time, Sukuna had thought of something, smiling at the idea of a new binding vow ' Before each technique, I will shout its name so my enemies know what I'm about to use; in return, you will amplify the technique to its maximum. '
" Fire Style: Great Dragon Fire Jutsu! "
Both mouths shouted, Yūji heard the vow and also had to shout. The difference was staggering, Yūji was more than surprised by the attack; it was so massive that the fire shifted from red to blue and finally to purple, all due to the energies fueling it, empowering the dragon flames with life. Enormous, both dragons writhed toward Satori.
Satori felt an enormous threat as it slowly approached his area; his cursed techniques would not work against this dragon. So much so that the sky itself seemed to scream at the mastersful, flaming forms of both dragons.
And now, those in the sea, inside Suiren's body, watched with bulging eyes: the castle where they had been resting hours ago had vanished. Mui, one of them, stared wide-eyed at the chaos unfolding, a massive destruction so rapid that he understood perfectly that the box did not grant wishes. He saw a being emerge and seize Counselor Yukao's body; all had turned into complete disaster.
And now, a jutsu that even Jōnin like them couldn't perform felt intimidating; he saw what must have been a powerful jutsu, almost half-beast with a tail. It was… incredible. Was that really the kid he had fought moments ago?
Yet, the most incredible sight for all was how the destruction had spread, leaving not even ashes of Hōzuki Castle.
" Is he really just a brat?… " Mui spoke naively, what his eyes had seen could seem fantastical in part.
Back with both fighters, Sukuna appreciated the magnitude of his attack as Yūji murmured something that made him scoff proudly " I… never thought to make a binding vow with names… "
" You're an idiot, but I don't blame you; that's how you were born. At least now, every time you use jutsus, try shouting the name no matter how pathetic it sounds. That dragon jutsu that was just unleashed, I can say it was amplified to an overwhelming degree, and the incredible thing is that the chakra expenditure is the same as when you didn't say the name " Sukuna explained, watching Satori unleash another clarifying roar in his direction toward both dragon jutsus.
In the end, Satori could not avoid being burned by those two powerful jutsus. Sukuna leapt forcefully to where that bird fell; with his full grin displayed, he struck Satori and sent him crashing into the earth below with such force and brutality that the explosion hurled debris everywhere.
Sukuna landed, leaving another crater, but calmly brushed the dirt off his chest before slowly approaching the curse. He had forced him to use so much self-regeneration that his Cursed Energy had been drained, such is the downside when curses can't use RCT; self-regeneration costs a curse more than it does a sorcerer.
Now, Sukuna looked down at him as he always liked to observe people; he smiled calmly:
" Feel proud; in part, you're somewhat strong, you entertained me a bit " he spoke sincerely in that drawn-out voice, and Satori met his gaze with ragged breaths and dripping blood.
But Sukuna did not look at his hands. As Satori again seemed about to perform something to harm that kid, he would not stand idly by; if he was about to die, he wanted to take that human who had marred his birth and preyed on people's eternal terror with him.
" Domain Expansion: The Realm of Eternal Night! "
Sukuna raised an eyebrow upon hearing him utter his domain expansion; he stepped inside the domain. It was very different from any he had seen before, so… unique.
A galaxy? No, it was the aura like the one he saw when that cursed box's mouth opened.
Sukuna only smiled tranquilly " Well, it seems you have energy left to perform another expansion. Go ahead, surprise me. "
" What will you give me today? "
He looked around before finally fixing his face on Satori, who was already going mad. He would let him show his expansion before killing him.
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[ Thank you for understanding and waiting for me; I will start posting more frequently from now on ♡ ]