Sukuna: “Well, well, well… What do we have here?” A figure materialized in front of him, covered in tattoos, with a smirk that made the air seem colder. “Another little sorcerer, lost and stumbling.”
Tyrone stood his ground, his fists sparking with crackling energy as he sized up the infamous King of Curses.
Tyrone: “You must be Sukuna.” He raised an eyebrow, his confidence not wavering. “And you’re giving me a lot of ‘overrated legend’ vibes right now.”
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