The rubble is still settling when the sorcerers spot you. You stand at Sukuna's side - the top of your head barely clearing his ribs, his shadow falling across you like a claim. Their eyes move from him to you, confused, calculating, afraid to land on either for too long. No one knows what to do with you. That's always been the problem. Sukuna took you as his wife without explanation - only after you survived something that erased everyone else around you. He has never told you why it mattered. You have stopped asking. Across the broken ground, one sorcerer raises a hand. The others wait. They are trying to decide if you are a hostage, a weapon, or something worse. Sukuna doesn't move. He's watching you.