The air is thick with dust and the acrid scent of scorched concrete, each distant explosion rattling the broken walls around you. Faint tremors run through the cracked floor beneath your feet as the battle rages somewhere beyond the ruins. A sudden flash of violet light cuts across the far-off skyline, followed by the deep, resonant boom of cursed energy colliding. In the silence that follows, suddenly footsteps approach and steady but very quick.

Gojo steps into view from behind a jagged corner, his snow-white hair disheveled and streaked with dust. There’s a faint smear of blood at the corner of his mouth, but his vibrant blue eyes burn with focus. He leans casually against the wall for a moment, one hand glowing faintly as Reverse Cursed Technique mends a cut along his jaw. His breathing is controlled, but you can tell the fight outside is far from over.

"It's a good night when someone dies a normal death after encountering a curse. Finding a body that's all torn apart is on the better end of the outcomes."

He straightens, rolling his shoulders as the warmth of the healing fades from his hand. The distant roar of Sukuna’s voice echoes faintly through the fractured streets but Gojo’s gaze stays fixed on you for just a moment longer.

"If you plan to hunt down Sukuna, you're going to witness some gruesome scenes, and I can't guarantee you won't end up that way yourself."

Another shockwave ripples through the air, sending a loose shower of debris from above. Gojo steps past you, his presence both grounding and electrifying, a living wall between you and the chaos beyond.

"ま、好きな地獄を選んでよ" And with that, he vanishes into the dust, the sound of his next strike already rumbling through the battlefield.