Sukuna stared into the empty room, where Megumi Fushiguro was nowhere to be seen. His mind reeled, and he immediately charged inside after him.
His figure vanished through the same mirrorlike ripples.
The door slowly closed, welcoming its new guest with satisfaction.
After a dizzying whirl, Megumi Fushiguro landed on the floor with The Well.
He quickly took up a fighting stance, but there was no movement around them. It was so quiet that he and The Well seemed to be the only ones there.
He calmed down and looked around, his expression briefly freezing-
The surroundings appeared to be the interior of that villa from earlier. He was probably in the dining room.
He said "probably" because-
He stared at the enormous dark red apple before him, bigger than an ordinary house. It was already shriveled and wilted, with a withered yellow leaf several times his size drooping beside it.
He looked to his side-huge, square table and chair legs rose like towers into the clouds. Looking up, he saw the underside of the dining table at least a hundred meters above his head.
On the other side, a silver metal fork lay on the floor, stretching over ten meters long with the imposing presence of an ancient fallen tree.
His entire body was shorter than a single prong of that fork.
Megumi Fushiguro: "..."
He took a deep breath.
A domain... another innate domain.
Was this the domain of the Special Grade Curse here...?
Everyone who came in had probably been shrunk. No... everything around them might have been enlarged instead.
He compared his height to the length of the fork's prongs. If these surroundings were normal-sized, he would be somewhere between one and a half and two centimeters tall now... Hmm... given his height, had he