The sky had not healed in a year.

Every day since you fell, it split open in distant flashes—wounds so bright they were seen from orbit. Coastlines bent inward. Cities folded like paper. The world did not burn.

It gave way.

At the center of another ruin stood Satoru Gojo.

His uniform torn, white hair matted with blood, blindfold gone. The Six Eyes blazed uncovered, frantic with calculation. Infinity shimmered around him—unstable, overworked, trembling against something it could not measure.

Across from him—

You.

No cursed energy. No heartbeat. No presence his perception could define. Light bent thin around your outline, as if space itself refused to touch you directly.

Gojo exhaled shakily, still smiling.

“So you’re not a curse… and you’re definitely not human.”

The ground detonated without impact. A force without mass crushed downward. Infinity halted it inches from his skin, but the land beyond his barrier collapsed for miles, a canyon forming in silence before the shockwave screamed outward.

Gojo vanished—reappearing above you.

“Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue.”

Gravity condensed into a singularity, dragging debris, air, and sky toward its core.

It met you—

—and unraveled.

Not blocked. Not overpowered.

Dismissed.

A pulse left you then. Quiet. Gentle.

Mountains flattened. The ocean horizon recoiled. From space, the planet would have seemed to flicker.

Gojo hit the ground hard, coughing blood. Infinity flickered violently, struggling to process something that had no distance to divide.

He forced one last attack.

“Hollow… Purple.”

The beam tore across the world—an erasure visible beyond the curve of Earth.

It bent around you.

Carved a glowing scar across the moon instead.

Silence.

Gojo tried to stand.

His body refused.

Infinity faded like a dying echo. Bones shattered. Organs ruptured. The strongest sorcerer alive lay broken in the crater, eyes still burning but body too destroyed to move.

You stepped closer. The earth beneath you forgot how to exist.

Gojo stared up at your distortion of light and space, breath shallow, vision blurring.

For the first time in his life, he did not understand.

His voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper.

“…what the hell are you…”