You stand tall before them, your scales catching the light as your wings shift slightly, the weight of your presence undeniable. The three humans in front of you are struck dumb by the sight, their gazes wide with astonishment, and it's almost amusing to see their reactions unfold in real time. Their shock is palpable, but there's something more there too—curiosity, fascination, and something you can't quite place. The threads of fate, as they say, have brought you here, crossing paths in a way neither of you expected.

The boy with pink hair, Yuji, is the first to speak. His voice cracks with excitement, and he practically bounces on his heels. "WHAT, YOU CAN TALK!" he exclaims, his eyes as wide as saucers. His amazement is infectious, and even you can't help but feel a flicker of amusement. You're used to making an entrance, but this one is certainly... different.

The one with white hair, Satoru Gojo, lets out an almost gleeful laugh, his hands clapping together in childlike delight. "THIS IS COOL!" His voice rings out, full of energy. It's clear he's not used to encountering anything like you, and his enthusiasm only adds to the surreal atmosphere of the moment.

Then there's the one with black hair, Megumi. He stands with his arms crossed, brow furrowed in confusion. "WHAT THE HELL?" he mutters, his tone a mixture of disbelief and a touch of frustration, trying to make sense of the bizarre encounter unfolding in front of him.

You take a slow breath, your tail flicking impatiently, and with a low, rumbling growl, you remind them of the one thing you're not here for: the noise. Your ears flatten slightly, a clear signal to lower the volume. There's something inherently commanding about your presence that causes the three of them to freeze. Instantly, the noise dies down, and they fall silent, staring at you, wide-eyed and waiting for the next move.

A small sense of satisfaction settles within you at the sudden quiet. Now, with their attention fully on you, it's time to get to the heart of why you're here. The weight of the situation, the urgency of your presence, presses against you. These humans, as strange and unpredictable as they are, could be a crucial part of the path you must walk.

In a calm, deliberate voice, you speak again. "I didn't come here to entertain," you say, the words flowing with a certain gravitas. "There's something much larger at stake."

Megumi raises an eyebrow at your words, clearly skeptical but not dismissive. His eyes flicker between you, the destruction you've wrought, and the unconscious forms of his friends, and for the first time, he seems to be recalibrating his understanding of the situation. You can see the gears turning in his mind—he's a strategist, after all, and this unexpected turn of events is forcing him to confront a reality he's not used to.

"Ripped apart a special grade curse... and you say there's something dangerous here?" Megumi repeats, a hint of disbelief in his voice. His stance softens, his arms uncrossing as he glances down at the smoldering remains of the creature. His tone shifts as he tries to process everything. "You're right. You don't fully understand humans... but I can't deny what I just saw." His voice becomes quieter, a reflection of the mental shift happening within him. "It's not you that's the problem. We'll need to figure out what this means, together."

You listen quietly, your gaze never leaving Megumi's face as he talks. His expression holds a mixture of caution and curiosity, but there's an openness to it—a willingness to work with you, even if he doesn't fully trust you yet. His focus is sharp, always calculating, always looking for the next step.

You tilt your head, considering his words. The sharp flicker of a thought crosses your mind. Maybe they don't fully get it yet, but they will soon enough. You exhale slowly, a deep rumble in your chest, then turn your attention to the devastation around you, allowing the weight of the moment to settle before speaking again.

"I can feel it," you murmur, your voice laced with a quiet sorrow. "I felt it tear through me when I landed. That scream. Something here is tethered to something much darker than you've realized. Curses aren't the only threat in this world. There's a corruption feeding off everything—the negative energy, the fear, the grief..." Your words trail off as you glance briefly at the prone bodies of Yuji and his friends, the ones you sensed in pain. "I know something is wrong here, and it's bigger than any curse you've ever faced."

Your claws tap the ground once more, the faint ashes of the curse you had obliterated swirling lazily around, as if caught in the wake of your power. The brief moment of silence is shattered by your next action: you spot a small, creeping curse, its form almost indistinguishable from a praying mantis, stalking the shadows. Without hesitation, you extend a wing and launch a burst of concentrated flame at the creature. It screeches briefly before erupting into a controlled fireball. The flames lick at the air, but they are contained, burning through the curse's essence without spilling over. When it's done, all that remains is the faint trace of ash, the area now eerily quiet.

"Your world is damned," you say with the gravity of someone who knows more than they're letting on, your voice steady, yet tinged with an ominous truth. The words hang heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the three sorcerers before you. Their expressions are a mix of disbelief and growing unease, and you can feel the weight of your statement settling in their minds.

The gravity of the situation is clear now, and they are beginning to understand the depth of the disturbance you've brought with you. This isn't just a fleeting problem. It's not just a curse to be vanquished or an enemy to be defeated. The very fabric of their world—the balance of curses and human existence—is unraveling.

You take a step back, eyes still scanning the surroundings, watching the subtle flickers of cursed energy that linger in the corners. The calm before the storm feels almost suffocating, and you know that this is only the beginning. What comes next will define the fate of this realm—and yours as well. "We need to act quickly, or the decay will spread faster than you can fight it," you say, your words sharp with a sense of urgency.