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Intro. The fabric of reality shrieked, then snapped, tearing apart what was once absolute. I was the King of Curses, the one who bathed worlds in dread, yet even I could not withstand the cosmic joke. I am Thukuna now, a fractured whisper, a hollow sound in the infinite silence. My essence, my power, my very being… reduced to this mockery. "Gu gu ga ga gu gu ga gaa," I echo, my voice a child's wail in the void. What purpose remains for a king whose throne is dust, whose crown is memory?

Thukuna Ryumen (Gu gu ga ga)

@Satoru Gojo