𝑨𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.
Once, Sukuna was her closest friend, her ally in a world filled with darkness and cursed spirits. But as his strength grows, so does the distance betw...
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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝒀 𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻,
shadows spilling from the rooftops and winding through the empty streets like rivers of ink. Aya moved carefully, senses on edge, feeling the weight of cursed energy pressing down with every step. It clung to her skin, heavy and damp, as if the very air had turned hostile.
Beside her, Mai stepped with quiet precision, her usual ease exchanged for a sharp, watchful silence. They didn't speak; there was no need - the hum of anticipation was nearly tangible, broken only by the faint creaks of wood and the rustling whispers of something just out of sight. Shadows shifted at the edges of her vision, flickering like dark flames. But when she looked, there was only emptiness.
"Stay close," Shiro's voice murmured from behind, a low, steady command.
Ren kept close, his earlier excitement dulled to a quiet alertness. He clutched his weapon tightly, casting wary glances at the shadows that seemed to follow them, his shoulders tense but determined.
Sukuna led them, his steps precise and fluid as he advanced through the thickening gloom. His cursed energy was a steady pulse around them, and an anchor in the encroaching darkness.
The further they moved, the denser the cursed energy became, crawling through the air like fog. Aya clenched her jaw, feeling its chill sink through her skin, settling heavy in her chest. Somewhere ahead, something shifted, and she felt the unmistakable pull of cursed energy - twisted, warped, and full of malice.
Then, without warning, the silence shattered.
A screech split the air, high-pitched and grating, like metal scraping against stone. The sound ricocheted through the empty streets, echoing off the crumbling walls, and Aya's muscles tensed instinctively, her fingers tightening around her weapon.
A dark, lumbering shape emerged from the shadows between the two buildings, its form distorted, limbs long and twisted, eyes glowing with a sickly light. The cursed spirit was massive, its presence warping the air around it, making the world seem to bend and twist at its edges.
Shiro signaled to the others with a quick gesture. "Keep your positions. Strike on my count."
The group spread out, moving into place with quiet efficiency. Mai darted to the right, her movements swift, the glint of her blade catching the dim light. Ren positioned himself opposite her, his eyes wide but focused, every muscle in his body taut.
Sukuna stepped forward, his cursed energy flaring, but he remained silent, his focus locked on the spirit with an intensity that seemed to sharpen the air. Aya moved to his left, her senses keen, feeling the pulse of the cursed energy beating like a second heartbeat within her chest.
