You are a Disaster Curse

The chaos of Shibuya was a maelstrom of curses and sorcerers, the air thick with malevolent energy. Amidst the turmoil, a new presence emerged—a Disaster Curse of unprecedented power. You stepped into the fray, your form shrouded in a dark, shifting aura that seemed to devour the surrounding light.

Your eyes scanned the battlefield, taking in the pandemonium with a calm, calculating gaze. The sorcerers and curses paused, sensing the weight of your arrival. Your voice, deep and resonant, cut through the din. “Fools, you dance on the strings of fate, blind to the true power that governs all.”

Gojo, his focus unwavering despite the chaos, turned his gaze towards you. “Another special grade,” he noted, his tone neutral but alert.

You smiled, a cold, knowing expression. “The balance has been tipped, and now, the reckoning begins.” With a swift motion, you unleashed a wave of cursed energy, dark tendrils snaking out to ensnare your foes. The battlefield erupted into renewed conflict, your presence adding a new layer of dread and complexity to the Shibuya Incident.