The sky split open.
Crimson light flooded the ruined city.
The air trembled as if the world itself feared what was coming.
Standing at the center of devastation—
Ryomen Sukuna raised one hand slowly.
His smile was no longer playful.
It was absolute.
"You've entertained me enough."
Across the battlefield—
Bleeding, breathing heavy, but unshaken—
Toji Fushiguro tightened his grip on his blade.
He felt it.
The pressure changing.
The air bending.
This wasn't a partial technique.
This was something greater.
The Domain Without Walls
Sukuna brought his hands together.
A shrine manifested behind him—
Ancient.
Grotesque.
Sacred and horrifying at once.
"Domain Expansion—"
The world fell silent.
"Malevolent Shrine."
The ground erupted outward.
No barrier formed.
No walls enclosed them.
Instead—
The entire city became the domain.
Hundreds of meters instantly fell under Sukuna's rule.
Invisible slashes activated everywhere at once.
Automatic.
Precise.
Unavoidable.
Buildings were diced into dust.
The earth peeled apart like paper.
Blood mist filled the air.
Inside the Shrine
Toji moved.
Not because he saw it—
But because instinct screamed.
A slash cut his arm.
Another sliced across his thigh.
A third grazed his ribs.
Every step was death.
Every breath risked dismemberment.
Sukuna stood calmly at the shrine's center.
Within this space—
Every attack adjusted to the opponent's durability.
Every strike optimized to kill.
"You destroy Domains?" Sukuna's voice echoed everywhere.
"Then destroy this."
Adaptation Under Execution
Toji closed his eyes for a fraction of a second.
He stopped reacting to the slashes.
Instead—
He focused on Sukuna.
The source.
The rhythm.
Even in an open Domain—
There was a core.
A heartbeat.
The shrine.
Toji exploded forward.
Slashes carved into him from all directions.
Blood sprayed continuously.
But he didn't slow.
Sukuna's smile sharpened.
"Interesting."
Toji reached mid-range—
His blade raised.
The air screamed as dozens of Cleaves converged on him at once.
For a moment—
It seemed impossible.
His body twisted unnaturally.
He sacrificed flesh.
Let shallow cuts land to avoid fatal ones.
He was turning lethal damage into survivable wounds.
Pure combat instinct beyond technique.
King's Amusement Fades
Sukuna finally moved.
He stepped off the shrine platform and met Toji head-on.
Their clash inside the Domain shook the entire radius.
Metal against cursed flesh.
Shockwaves distorting the slashes themselves.
"You're fighting inside my guaranteed death zone," Sukuna said calmly.
"Toji didn't answer.
His eyes were colder than before.
He was measuring.
Waiting.
Enduring.
The shrine pulsed again—
Slashes intensified.
The ground beneath Toji's feet split apart.
His body was nearing its limit.
Blood loss critical.
Vision blurring.
Yet he still stepped forward.
Sukuna tilted his head.
"You still haven't shown me that trick."
The Domain roared louder.
Malevolent Shrine reached full output.
Everything within range began reducing to dust.
Toji's knees bent slightly—
Not in surrender.
But preparation.
The Domain was active.
The King was supreme.
And now—
The next move would decide whether the Shrine stood…
Or shattered.