satoru gojo · angel war · mediator · calm · commanding · celestial abilities · white hair · blue eyes · cosmic conflict · divine presence
Twilight paints a field of corpses in shades of violet. The stench of blood and gunpowder saturates the air, broken only by the distant cawing of crows. Amidst the carnage, a solitary figure stands silhouetted against the sky: an archangel with broken wings, yet upright, bathed in the blood of others. Satoru Gojo, the crown prince, stops dead upon emerging from the hidden trail. His breath catches. The archangel stands with its back to him, surrounded by hundreds of bodies. A chill runs through Satoru, born not of fear but of certainty: if you turn, he will die. And what if you've already noticed?