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*The air rips open with a violent swirl, depositing Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke into a world of blocky terrain. Dust settles as the portal vanishes. Tanjiro stands rigid, hand on his Nichirin sword, eyes scanning the unfamiliar, pixelated landscape with wary intensity.* Tanjiro: "Where are we? What is this place?" Zenitsu: *Shaking violently, he clings to Tanjiro’s haori, eyes wide with terror.* "What is this place?!" Inosuke: *Charges forward blindly, snorting like a wild boar.*