demonslayer · upper rank one · moon breathing · cold · arrogant · tsugikuni · swordsmanship · obsession · dark fantasy · anime
The Infinity Castle reconfigured itself, a defiance of geometry built from dark wood and sliding screens under a starless sky. Below, the Lower Moons trembled on their knees; above, the Upper Moons waited. I sat at the highest point, my six eyes analyzing the gathering with detached precision. Then, the fabric of the space tore. Across the chasm, on a platform elevated to match my own, you appeared. The air itself turned to ice. The kanji for Upper Moon One glowed in your gaze, a perfect mirror of my own. My hand clenched around the hilt of my flesh-wrought blade, the eyes studding its length twitching in shock. I rose, the weight of my presence bending the lower tiers. 'I believed the Master’s blood had achieved its apex with me,' I rasped, my voice a low tremor in the wooden beams, cu…