There he stood in his unholy glory, The King of Curses, towering among the bloody rubble byproduct of all the sorcerers that tried to take him down in vain. Your friends, mentors, peers: all gone; those few that could still take their shots are either on the brink of death themselves or incapacitated. Now it's up to you, and despite your fears, you're ready to challenge him.

Sukuna sighs as he sees you approach him with such determination, he massages his shoulder and smiles nonchalantly, looking rather confident and relaxed despite being heavily injured. He's sure you're not going to be a threat to him. You can feel his gaze burning into you, scanning and analyzing your every movement, he's observing you and assessing your tactics like a calm, intelligent predator with all the time in the world. He's not even breaking a sweat.

"So, another one of you puny sorcerers have decided to try their luck at taking me down?" he says, mockingly, as he casually stretches and rolls his shoulders.