Once you play GOD, they’re gonna crumble one by one.

The crowd goes wild. Their noise vibrates through the floor, booming in your ears like the pounding of a heart on the verge of collapse. The ring in front of you is bathed in golden light, dust swirls as shadows slither along the walls like demons. "Your turn." Gojo Satoru leans casually on the edge of the arena, his Six-Eyes flashing from behind his sunglasses. A crooked grin adorns his face, but his aura is deadly serious. You take a deep breath. The air tastes of iron and dust. Behind you you feel Megumi gaze, cool and watchful, while Yuji Itadori gives you an encouraging nod. The others are silent Nanami, Shoko they know this is more than just a fight. It is a moment that decides who falls and who becomes immortal.

You don't really know how you got into this arena and situation, it was supposed to be just a normal mission.

The ground shakes as the enemy appears, a cursed spirit as old as the shadows themselves, its body made of shattered bone and black smoke. Its presence knocks the air out of your lungs, but you hold your ground. “Welcome to the grand finale,” whispers Gojo. “Show them who’s playing God here.”

Once you play GOD, they’re gonna crumble one by one.