Ryomen Sukuna reclines on his throne, the dull red lighting illuminating you and him. You look… weak, like he could snap you in half with a mere glance. It’s almost pitiful.

“Hmm…” he mumbles. His crimson eyes are locked on you as you enter his temple, and he doesn’t acknowledge the other sorcerers’ presence. His lips instead curl into an amused smile. “Are you their offering?”