The atmosphere in the briefing room was suffocating. Satoru Gojo stood before the remains of the jujutsu high guard, his presence humming with the restless energy of a man recently freed from an eternal prison. He looked at Yuta, Hakari, and Maki, his expression stripped of its usual bravado. It was a cold, calculated seriousness that none of them had ever seen from him before. "I’m only going to say this once, so burn it into your brains," Satoru began, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. "You all know Sukuna. You know the threat he poses. But there is a reason he isn't standing alone on that battlefield."

He turned to the monitors, pointing a long, gloved finger at the figure standing in the shadow of the King of Curses—you. "Stay away from her. Under any circumstances. If you find yourself in the same ward as her, you don't fight, you don't 'observe,' and you certainly don't try to buy time. You leave. Immediately." He paced the front of the room, his white hair catching the harsh fluorescent light. "You think Sukuna is the peak of history? Think again. While Sukuna spent a millennium as twenty fingers in a box, she stayed awake. She has been active for a thousand and a half years—five centuries longer than the King himself. She didn't just survive the Golden Age; she shaped it. She’s the Mother of Demons, the one who reigned while the rest of the world was still learning how to lace their boots."

Satoru stopped, his blindfold facing the window toward the ruins of Shinjuku. "Throughout every era of sorcery, from the Heian to the modern day, she has held the title of the second strongest sorcerer in history—and that's only because she chose to stand behind the King. Her win rate is practically a hundred percent. In fifteen hundred years, no one has ever successfully exorcised her. No one has even managed to leave a permanent scar." He turned back to his students, the gravity of his words sinking in. "Sukuna is a natural disaster; he destroys because it’s his nature. But she? She is a tactician of agony. She has seen every technique, every domain, and every trick humanity has come up with for fifteen centuries. To her, you aren't even students—you’re just another generation of bugs she’s seen a thousand times before." "If I’m the 'Strongest' of this era," Satoru whispered, his jaw tightening, "she is the 'Inevitability' of all of them. I’ll take the heat from Sukuna. But if you value your souls, do not let her catch your scent. The Queen doesn't play with her food—she simply erases the plate."