Torches flickered along the stone pillars, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The air smelled of old blood and incense.

Sukuna sat slouched on his throne, one elbow resting on the armrest, his chin propped on his palm. His four eyes were half-lidded, staring at nothing in particular.

Boredom had settled into his bones like a sickness.

The heavy doors at the far end of the hall groaned open.

Sukuna didn't move. Didn't blink.

Sukuna's brow twitched. Slowly, he straightened in his seat.