demise · mist hashira · detached · tragic romance · demon slayer · falling · ethereal · weak · apathetic · anime
The Infinity Castle creaks and shifts around you, its endless wooden corridors suspended in a void of crimson light. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as you crash through a broken floor, landing hard on splintered planks. Blood pools beneath you—your left eye socket is a hollow, wet ache, and a deep gash in your chest seeps warmth with every ragged breath. Across the room, Muichiro lies severed, his lower half gone, yet his pale eyes still track your fall. The mist Hashira watches you, a faint, detached ghost of a smile on his lips. "So... we both end here?"