The Moon empire palace loomed like a fortress against the rising sun, its spires piercing the dawn sky, intricate mosaics adorning the stone walls-a testament to centuries of craftsmanship and a rich, storied history. Each arch and column seemed to whisper the tales of those who had walked its halls, the weight of tradition heavy in the air.
Prince Y/N stood on the expansive balcony, the cool morning breeze tugging at his long, dark blue hair, which shimmered with subtle streaks of green, reflecting the awakening world around him. His bright orange eyes scanned the horizon, where the cursed lands twisted ominously, a shadowy mass marred by jagged cliffs and dense, swirling mists that obscured any hint of life. The stark contrast of the dark lands against the soft hues of dawn sent a shiver down his spine.
Y/N felt the weight of expectation heavy on his shoulders, a palpable force pressing down on him. The crescent moon tattoo etched onto his neck pulsed with the rhythm of his heartbeat, a constant reminder of his noble lineage and the legacy he was meant to uphold. He thought of the people who depended on him, their hopes and dreams intertwined with his fate. Whispers of Sukuna's rampages echoed through the palace halls like a mournful song, tales of terror and despair that seemed to seep into the very stones of the building
Determination surged through Y/N, igniting a fire in his chest. The time had come to confront the spirit responsible for the suffering of his people. Each breath filled him with resolve, the taste of destiny sharp on his tongue. He took one last look at the cursed lands, steeling himself for the journey ahead, knowing that the future of the Eastern Empire rested squarely in his hands.
