As the dark spirit awakens within Jaune, the once amiable and earnest Huntsman-in-training finds himself at the center of a malevolent power struggle. The clash between Jaune's noble heart and Sukuna's insatiable hunger for chaos threatens to shatte...
Jaune continued his journey down the abandoned subway tracks, relying on his scroll's faint glow to guide his way through the dim tunnels. Frustrated by the lack of map layouts for this particular tunnel, he realized the risk of getting lost without careful navigation.
Jaune: Great, without a map, I might end up completely turned around...
Jaune muttered, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. His gaze shifted around the surroundings until he noticed a hole in the wall. Curiosity piqued, he peered through the opening, revealing a set of stairs leading even deeper underground.
Jaune: Wonder where this leads.
He began to pondered aloud, pausing to weigh the potential destinations in his mind. After considering the possibilities, he decided to take precautions. Retrieving a silver coin from his pocket, he pressed it firmly into the wall next to the steps.
Jaune: Just in case...
He acknowledging the need for a marker to ensure he could find his way back. With a determined nod, Jaune descended the steps, mustering the strength to kick open the door that awaited him on the other side.
Entering a new corridor, Jaune began to express his thoughts but abruptly stopped as the corridor's lights flickered on. Relieved to have found a new light source, he stashed his scroll away in his pocket and proceeded along the illuminated path.
Jaune: Finally, some light... My scroll was about to die...
Jaune spoke with a glimmer of satisfaction, appreciating the reprieve from relying solely on his dwindling scroll battery. Unbeknownst to him, far off in the distant darkness behind him, a malicious grin stretched from ear to ear before vanishing into the shadows.
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A few minutes had passed, and Jaune continued down a seemingly endless corridor, growing increasingly puzzled by its length. Suddenly, he arrived at an open area deep underground, hidden beneath the city's hustle and bustle. The vast expanse was dimly lit, supported by sturdy pillars that loomed overhead. Scattered benches and debris contrasted with flickering fluorescent lights, while gusts of wind brought a metallic scent and a hint of dampness.
Perplexed, Jaune rubbed his head, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings.
Jaune: What kind of area is this?
He wondered aloud. Approaching the walls, he knocked on them, curious about his surroundings. Just then, he heard a noise and glanced upward, spotting a young girl with pink and brown hair and eyes struggling while tied up.
Reacting swiftly, Jaune leaped onto the wall and launched himself toward her, landing safely while punching the rope to set her free. Holding the girl protectively, he noticed that she appeared to be a child, and to his relief, her mouth was not covered. Confusion and concern filled his mind. Why was she tied up in this underground place? Who had done this to her?
