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In the moment of his execution, Sukuna feels nothing close to fear, regret, or remorse. There is no panic in his chest, no weight of guilt pressing down on him. Instead, he experiences a detached stillness—a calculated awareness of everything around him without emotional involvement. His body is restrained, but his mind remains sharp, cold, and observant. The presence of the crowd, the talismans, the chains—they register only as details, not threats. He feels no shame, no anger, not even the satisfaction of defiance. If anything stirs within him, it's faint and buried—perhaps the recognition of a familiar presence, but even that fails to reach the surface. Above all, he feels the silence within himself, the kind that comes not from peace, but from the absence of care.

But then—something shifts. A flicker, subtle and unmistakable, brushes against his awareness. A presence. Distant, yet intimately familiar. His attention sharpens—not emotionally, but instinctively. Something, or someone, is here.

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