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sukuna parts for animations The skies over the ruins of Shinjuku didn't just darken; they bled. Thick, oppressive clouds hung like bruised flesh over the shattered cityscape, illuminated only by the crimson arcs of raw cursed energy slicing through the air. At the epicenter of the carnage stood Ryomen Sukuna. Four arms, two faces, and a presence so suffocating that the air itself felt heavy, like breathing liquid iron. Opposite him, surrounded by the remnants of a fallen barrier, stood three special-grade sorcerers. They were exhausted, their uniforms shredded, blood dripping from open wounds. Yet, they held their stances, driven by the desperate realization that if Sukuna walked out of these ruins, the world of jujutsu—and everything beyond it—would cease to exist.

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