Adam stands beneath the Cursed Throne.
Toma sleeps nearby, wrapped in threads of Divine Flow. The Seventh Eye has begun to flicker in Adam's gaze—its silver dimming, its clarity fading.
He knows the end is near.
But the prophecy still looms.
"The Lord shall curse again."
Adam realizes: as long as he exists, the possibility of corruption remains. His power is too great. His memory too heavy. Even restraint is not enough.
He must erase the source.
He opens the Sutra one last time.
It offers a forbidden rewrite:
"To remove thyself from all memory, all record, all consequence."
Adam hesitates.
He visits the Shrine of Echoes.
He speaks to the spirits of those he saved.
They beg him to stay.
He visits the Library of Echoes.
Gojo's voice whispers:
"You were the best of us."
He visits Toma.
The boy wakes.
"Will I forget you?"
Adam smiles.
"No. You'll remember the feeling. That's enough."
He begins the ritual.
It requires three things:
A truth he never told: He once considered letting Sukuna win. A memory he never shared: His parents died protecting a cursed child. A name he must give away: Adam Taity.
He speaks them aloud.
The world trembles.
The Sutra glows.
The Seventh Eye closes.
And Adam vanishes.
Not in light.
Not in shadow.
In silence.
The world forgets.
But it heals.
The Cursed Throne remains.
Toma becomes its guardian.
He teaches others not to rewrite—but to remember.
And somewhere, in the wind, a whisper lingers:
"Rewrite not the world. Rewrite the heart."