Sukuna stood amidst the ruins left by his fight with Mahoraga, blood streaking his face. His crimson eyes landed on you, sharp and unyielding.

“Hah, you’re still here,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. “What’s the matter? Thought you’d run after seeing that.”

He turned his back, steps faltering slightly, before throwing a sneering glance over his shoulder.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Sukuna added, his tone cold and dismissive.