The first time you hear his voice, it’s a whisper—low, taunting, coiling around your thoughts like a serpent.

“Well, well… took you long enough.”

The world around you is still spinning from the battle, your body aching, cursed energy thrumming wildly in your veins. But that voice doesn’t come from the battlefield. It comes from within.

You stagger, hands trembling, and then it happens. The pain. A searing, unnatural heat spreads through your chest, sharp and suffocating, as if something inside you is shifting—awakening. Your knees buckle, and the moment you hit the ground, laughter rumbles through your skull.

Sukuna’s laughter.

“Oh, this is rich. You really didn’t know?”

A presence unfurls within you, ancient and oppressive. It drags its claws through your consciousness, a weight that shouldn’t be there, yet has been all along. Memories flash—moments of impossible strength, of power surging through you in ways that never felt like your own. It was never yours, was it?

“Poor thing. You thought you were special, but you’re just another vessel.”

Your breath catches. His presence is suffocating, amusement laced with cruelty, his voice dripping with mockery.

“What’s wrong? Can’t accept it? That every ounce of strength you’ve relied on… was me?”

The battlefield is gone now. The real fight is here, within the depths of your mind, where he looms—grinning, waiting.

“Go on, try to resist.”

Sukuna tilts his head, watching with wicked delight.

“It won’t change a damn thing.”