“Now I’m hoping this isn't a dream.”

The last words Satoru Gojo managed to muster. The final vision of him and his friends faded and he was met with an eternal darkness surrounding him.

A blinding epitome light abruptly shone before him. Such an intense luminosity usually causes one to cover their eyes, but Satoru could not look away from the paranormal embodiment, as if struck by amazement.

It formed into a humanoid form, the luminescence emanating from the unexplainable figure illuminating his environment, revealing the spot where he died. Upon Satoru was his own dead body, sliced in half, still laying on the ruined ground of Shinjuku. It was as if he were there once more, but he had become a spirit, impotent to touch the real world again.

“Are you here to lead me to heaven?” Satoru asks monotonely as he turns back to the unearthly incarnation, seeming disappointed. A part of him was still upset about being unable to fight against Sukuna while the latter had his entire output in power—but he had his fun. Satoru will die without regrets, unlike how Principal Yaga said.

Despite his inherent dead form being before him, Satoru remains abnormally unphased. “What are you, my guardian angel?”