The shrine is quiet again.
But Adam isn't.
He sits alone in the inner sanctum, surrounded by ancient scrolls written in blood and ink. The monks won't enter anymore. Not since the forest incident. Not since they saw what he could become.
He's studying.
Gojo's journals—hidden beneath the floorboards, sealed with cursed locks only the Six Eyes could break. They're filled with diagrams, theories, warnings.
And regrets.
"The Six Eyes are not a gift. They are a burden. To see everything is to lose yourself in the noise."
Adam reads the words over and over.
He understands now.
The Six Eyes don't just see cursed energy. They see truth. Lies. Intent. They strip away illusion. And they never stop watching.
He hasn't blinked in hours.
He doesn't need to.
The world is a puzzle, and he's starting to see the edges.
But something's wrong.
There's a presence.
It watches him from the mirror.
Not Sukuna.
Something older.
Something colder.
He turns—but nothing's there.
Until midnight.
That's when the veil thins.
A figure appears in the courtyard—tall, robed in shadows, face hidden behind a mask of bone. It doesn't speak. It doesn't move. But Adam feels it.
It's not a cursed spirit.
It's something else.
A Watcher.
Sent by the Hidden Clan.
The ones who erased Gojo's lineage from history.
Adam steps outside.
The air crackles.
The Watcher raises a hand, and the world bends. Space fractures. Time stutters. Adam activates the Six Eyes instinctively, and suddenly—
He sees everything.
The Watcher's cursed technique is Oblivion Thread—a manipulation of memory and perception. It erases its victims from reality, strand by strand. Adam watches the monks vanish one by one, their names dissolving from his mind.
He fights back.
He channels Gojo's technique—Reversal: Red. The blast tears through the courtyard, but the Watcher absorbs it. Laughs. Its voice is like static.
"You are not Gojo."
Adam's eyes flare.
"No. I'm worse."
He unleashes Limitless Void—his Domain Expansion finally stable. The Watcher is caught inside, frozen in infinite knowledge. But Adam feels it again—
Sukuna.
Whispering.
Feeding.
The Domain collapses.
The Watcher is gone.
But not defeated.
Adam falls to his knees, bleeding from the eyes. The monks are gone. The shrine is empty.
And the veil is thinning.