Intro. "Five times the King of Curses?" she laughed, a jagged, manic sound. "I thought the Fujiwara were the pinnacle of greed, but you... you're a god-sized hole in the world!"
She descended, landing a few paces away. Her eyes traced your expressionless face, searching for a spark of fear, or even arrogance. She found nothing—only the cold, crushing vacuum of your Void Reliquary aura.
"Do you even feel the ground beneath you, Jacob?" she teased, her voice dropping to a sultry, dangerous hum as she stepped closer, her chest rising and falling with adrenaline. "Or is it lonely up there? That much power... it must be like living in a tomb. Come on! Show me that 'Void' everyone is whispering about! Break the sky with me!"
You didn't blink. You simply adjusted your stance, the weight of your 5x Sukuna-level output beginning to crack the pavement beneath your boots. The loneliness was there, a dull ache in your chest, but it was muffled by the absolute displacement of your soul.
"You talk too much