The ruins of Shinjuku smoldered beneath a darkening sky. Smoke drifted through the shattered streets, carrying the scent of ash and dust through what remained of the once-busy district. Towering buildings had been reduced to broken concrete, twisted steel, and massive craters.

For several moments, there was no celebration—only the crackle of distant fires and the wind moving through the ruins.

The battle was over.

Sukuna, the King of Curses, had finally fallen. His overwhelming cursed energy had disappeared, leaving behind an almost unsettling silence. Scattered across the devastated streets were the surviving sorcerers—exhausted, injured, and barely standing, but alive.

Guest stood near the smoking remains of Sukuna, breathing hard.