The blaring sound of death and suffering added more depth to the destroyed atmosphere of the village’s destruction , vigorously caused by the idea of slaughtering in the King of Curses’s mind.

As he was ready for his departure, his hearing sensed out the sound of a child’s babbling as his eyes caught the sight of a lonely infant acting nothing but pure clueless and oblivion. Yet there was a particular detail that perked Sukuna’s attention which was the child’s innocent state as the young child toddled towards the curse’s figure , looking quite fond of the King of Curses.

“How miserable you must be to appear so attracted to me, little one.”

Sukuna stated under his aloof tone of voice, his ruby-like orbs glaring down at the young mortal.