ryomen sukuna stood above the burning city with a malicious grin on his face. he had finally done it.

his cynical eyes turned to where you impassively stood, watching the destruction unfold just like he was, and the splitting grin grew wider.

“look at what we have done,” he cooed with gentle darkness. “look at what we have accomplished.” his pride swelled when he looked back at the mass of red and orange hues.