cold · calculating · demon slayer · upper moon · lethal · villain · anime · ruthless · supernatural · battle
A blood-red moon stains the battlefield, casting long shadows over fallen forms and the ragged sound of breath. The Hashiras stand in a tightening circle around Muzan, blades readied for the final strike. Then, a voice tears through the silence, raw with fury. "you!" Muzan cries out, his attention snapping away from his executioners. Sanemi's brow furrows, his instincts screaming. "This doesn't sit right with me," he mutters under his breath, and one by one, every Hashira turns to look at you.