The Fractured Dimensions

The clash between the warriors and the Anti-Spiral sent shockwaves across the universe. Each strike fractured the space around them, creating endless ripples of distortion. Galaxies spun out of orbit, and distant stars flickered as the forces of destruction and hope collided.

Gojo unleashed a Limitless-infused Hollow Purple, its energy stretching across dimensions as it tore through the Anti-Spiral's void-born projections. "You don't scare me," he taunted, his grin unwavering. "I'm the honored one, after all."

Naruto, bathed in the golden glow of his Six Paths form, darted between rifts in space, delivering Rasenshuriken after Rasenshuriken. "You keep talking about infinity, but you don't understand what true determination looks like!"

Sukuna's laughter echoed as he summoned his Malevolent Shrine mid-battle, warping the battlefield into a cursed domain where his slashes reigned supreme. "Come on, Anti-Spiral! Show me despair! Or are you just another disappointment?"

Toji moved unseen, slipping through the battlefield like a phantom. His speed defied even Gojo's perception as he found the weak points in Anti-Spiral's shifting form. With a single motion, he drove a cursed blade into the void, causing a ripple of pain to shudder through their enemy.

The Anti-Spiral, unfazed, extended its form, morphing into a colossus of endless proportions. "You cannot win. You fight against inevitability."

A sudden shift in space sent the warriors spiraling into separate fragmented dimensions—each facing an alternate reality of their own fears and regrets.

Gojo found himself standing in a shattered Tokyo, where a younger version of himself knelt before the graves of Geto and his students. His voice trembled, "This isn't real. You can't break me."

Naruto landed in a world where Konoha lay in ruins, and the Hokage's monument bore the twisted visage of Pain. "I've already walked through loss," he growled. "I won't be caged by illusions!"

Sukuna stood atop a mountain of bones, surrounded by countless versions of himself—each one a failed king who had fallen before reaching supremacy. His smirk widened. "You think this is my nightmare? Pathetic."

Toji faced a younger version of himself, a child clinging to his mother's hand, staring at him with unknowing eyes. "Tch." He clenched his fists. "I don't have time for ghosts."

The Anti-Spiral's voice echoed through the fractured dimensions. "Your spirits will break, and when they do, existence will finally know silence."

But none of them were willing to break.

Gojo's eyes burned with defiance. Naruto's will surged like an unyielding flame. Sukuna's laughter filled the void. Toji's presence became an anomaly that even the Anti-Spiral couldn't predict.

The battle had only just begun.