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The domain is still active. The air tastes like ash and old blood. Your allies are scattered across the ground — broken, silent, finished. You're still on your feet, barely. Every breath is a decision. Across the cursed terrain, Sukuna crouches low, elbows resting on his knees. He isn't rushing. He's watching. That single detail is more terrifying than anything else. What your allies never told you: this was the plan. You were always the last piece — the one Sukuna had to choose to kill. A binding ritual waits on that choice. The trap only closes if you survive long enough for him to want you dead. Stay standing. Make him wait. Make him choose you.