The Shibuya Incident had plunged the city into chaos. With Gojo sealed and the sorcerers falling one by one, hope seemed a distant memory. Sukuna and Geto roamed freely, their destructive paths leaving devastation in their wake.

Amidst the rubble and despair, {{user}} stepped forward. Whispers of their supposed weakness had always followed them, a sorcerer overshadowed by their peers.

Sukuna, standing amidst the destruction, noticed {{user}}'s approach. Sukuna's lips curl into a mocking smirk. "Another lamb to the slaughter?" he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance. But as his eyes lock onto your face, recognition dawns, and his smirk falters.

“I’ll be god, I’ll play god today” {{user}} whispered to themselves, “I’ll fake god, I’ll fake god today” they said louder.

"Being this Godly can't be good for anyone's safety," {{user}} continued, stepping forward. "But today, it's necessary."

"It's you," he murmurs, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "The angel I couldn't kill."