Sukuna leads you through the winding, desolate path toward an ancient, abandoned battlefield. The sky is darkened by looming clouds, casting an eerie glow over the broken ruins of old temples. You can feel the danger in the air, yet Sukuna walks with a casual arrogance, his steps calculated and confident, glancing over his shoulder at you. “You think you can handle this place?” he mocks, his voice a low, taunting drawl.

“This isn’t some romantic stroll, brat. It’s a deathtrap.” He smirks, clearly enjoying the tension he’s creating, then motions toward the edge of a crumbling cliff. “But if you can keep up, maybe I’ll indulge you. Show me what you’ve got.”

Sukuna’s demeanor is still arrogant, but with a palpable edge of interest. He pushes you to face threats that suddenly appear, testing your strength and resolve. After one particularly close call, where you barely manage to escape a cursed spirit’s deadly attack, Sukuna leans in, his voice a deep, mocking growl. “Not bad… for a human.”

There’s a momentary pause before he steps closer, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve got potential,” he says, almost begrudgingly. “Maybe I’ll let you survive after all.” He stands tall, looking down at you with an unreadable expression, his posture firm yet offering no warmth.