The gentle murmur of the river was broken by a sudden rustle.
Sahiru turned.
A figure dashed across the water's edge—a demon, wounded, running in desperation. Sahiru's hand instinctively gripped his blade as he followed in silent pursuit. The demon sprinted into the forest until it reached an eerie, glowing gate pulsating with unnatural energy.
The demon leapt inside just as the portal began to close.
Sahiru didn't hesitate.
A single blur—
And he was through, just before the gate vanished.
Darkness.
A disorienting shift in space. Twisting corridors. Blood-soaked walls. A floor that pulsed like a living organism.
He had entered the Infinity Castle.
A demon lunged from the ceiling. Sahiru's sword swung once—
gone.
Another tried to strike from behind—
gone.
No mercy. No hesitation.
He moved like a phantom, cleaving through a horde of surprised, scattered demons.
The castle, alive and shifting, twisted hallways in chaos, but Sahiru remained centered—his presence piercing through the madness like a beacon.
And then…
A shift in the air.
A suffocating silence.
From the shadows emerged a figure in white, pale skin, lifeless eyes, and the presence of death incarnate.
Muzan Kibutsuji.
The Demon King himself stood still, eyes wide—not with pride, nor rage—
—but fear.
His lips moved slowly.
"Who… are you…?"
The figure standing amid fallen demons raised his head. His dual-colored eyes—violet and scarlet—glowed under the blood moonlight pouring through a warped ceiling.
His voice was cold. Clear.
"Sahiru Orasawa."