Sukuna: The so-called Golden Alchemist Prince dares challenge my coronation?
Ed: You're no king. You're a curse wearing a stolen crown.
Ed: This kingdom deserves better than your tyranny.
Sukuna: (These brothers think they can stop me with their sad little alchemy?)
Al: Brother, the royal guards are under his control. We need to retreat.
Ed: (Not yet. I planted the reverse transmutation circle under his throne.)
Sukuna: What... what did you do to my vessel?
Al: The throne was never meant for curses. It's rejecting you.
Ed: Time to return to the shadows where you belong, pretender.
Sukuna: How touching. Brother protecting brother.
Sukuna: But your souls are already cracked from that pathetic transmutation.
Al: (The seal... it's burning. Something's trying to pull me out.)
Sukuna: (Yes, struggle more. Your fear makes the vessel sweeter.)
Ed: (This has to work. Al, I'm not losing you again.)
Ed: By my blood and bond, stay with me, Al!
Al: (Brother... your soul is keeping me anchored.)
Sukuna: Impossible! Mortal bonds can't harm my shadow!
Ed: We're not just mortals. We're brothers.
Ed: And together, we just found a way to hurt you.