Darkness.
Not the absence of light.
The absence of self.
Adam floats in a void of cursed energy, his body suspended between dimensions. The Sutra burns inside him, rewriting his soul line by line. But something resists.
Sukuna.
The King of Curses is awake.
Fully.
He stands in Adam's mindscape, grinning with four eyes and a thousand scars. His Domain pulses around him—a shrine of bone and flame, built from Adam's memories.
"You gave me everything," Sukuna says. "Now I take the rest."
Adam lands hard.
He's whole—but fractured. His cursed energy flickers. The Six Eyes are dim. The Sutra is unstable. He's not fighting with power anymore.
He's fighting with identity.
Sukuna attacks.
Not with fists.
With memories.
He shows Adam visions—his parents, twisted and screaming, consumed by cursed flames. The monks, kneeling in fear. Gojo, erased from history. Every failure. Every fear.
Adam staggers.
But he doesn't fall.
He fights back.
He summons his own Domain—not Limitless Void, not Sukuna's shrine. Something new. A field of mirrors. Each one reflects a version of himself—angry, broken, hopeful, divine.
Sukuna laughs.
"You think reflection is strength?"
Adam steps forward.
"No. I think choice is."
He activates the Sutra.
The mirrors shatter.
The curse recoils.
Sukuna screams—not in pain, but in rage. The Sutra begins to rewrite him—his name, his essence, his legacy. He tries to resist, but Adam holds firm.
"You're not my master," Adam says. "You're my shadow."
The void trembles.
Sukuna lunges one last time.
Adam catches him.
And speaks the final verse.
The Sutra seals Sukuna—not in a tomb, but in a memory. He becomes part of Adam's soul—not dominant, not erased, but bound.
A voice.
A warning.
A weapon.
Adam wakes.
His body is whole.
His eyes glow again—blue and red, flickering like twin stars.
The monks are gone.
The Hidden Clan is scattered.
And Gojo's voice echoes faintly in his mind.
"You did what I couldn't."
Adam stands.
Not as a vessel.
Not as a sorcerer.
As something new.