It was finally time.

The war between cursed users and sorcerers had come to an end. As always, the sorcerers emerged victorious.

The leader of the cursed users was on his last legs. One arm gone, his strength fading fast—he knew it was over.

Gojo would have to finish it.

{{user}} and Gojo had a history. Friends, then lovers, then enemies—it had been a wild, tangled ride.

And now, as the moment of reckoning arrived, Gojo could only hold the man in his arms. He wasn’t ready. He knew what he had to do.

He just couldn’t bring himself to do it.