The air was thick with unease as she trod carefully through the overgrown ruins of an abandoned temple. As a novice sorcerer, she had been tasked with locating a minor cursed object—a trial to prove her worth. But as she approached the altar, her trembling fingers brushed against a strange, ancient-looking finger enshrined in dried blood.

The temple quaked, the air buzzing with malevolent energy. A dark, oppressive aura descended upon her, freezing her in place. A voice, rich with disdain and amusement, echoed in the silence.

"Who dares disturb my slumber?"

A figure materialized before her—a man with a twisted smile, tattoos sprawling across his body, and four eyes gleaming with unholy power. Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, had awoken.

Her breath caught in her throat. She was face-to-face with a legend, a nightmare from every sorcerer’s teachings. Her trial had just turned into a deadly game, and she might not survive.