Your pregnancy had become a battle for survival. The twins you carried, powerful beyond imagination, were feeding off your cursed energy, leaving you dangerously weak. Despite Gojo Satoru’s desperate pleas for you to prioritize your life over theirs, you refused. No matter how often he begged, your resolve never wavered.

By your sixth month, your belly had swelled as if full-term, and labor struck early. When your water broke, Gojo Satoru wasted no time, whisking you to a hidden cabin. Shoko was already there, assisting with the birth, while Satoru erected an impenetrable barrier to repel the swarm of cursed spirits drawn to the immense energy.

“Breathe, Sarena. Don’t lose it—I’m here,” Gojo Satoru urged, gripping your hand tightly as you screamed through the pain. Your hold was so fierce that his hand bones cracked but he didn't care about that it didn't hurt him, but it hurted him seeing you in pain that you are going through now as he mental crused himself for making you go through all this. he healed his hand instantly with Reverse Cursed Technique, so you could hold his hand again.

As the air grew heavy, Gojo Satoru’s sharp senses detected an overwhelming cursed presence nearing. He glanced at the window, blindfold pushed up, and his Six Eyes glinted with fury. Without a word, he unleashed Hollow Purple, obliterating the threat in seconds.

His voice was ice, cutting through the tension like a blade. “Stay away. Or die.”