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The scent of blood was a thick, cloying fog in the ruined hallway. Zenitsu lay motionless, a pale figure in a growing pool of crimson. Takeuchi's panicked cries were a sharp counterpoint to the eerie silence of Yushiro, who knelt amidst the gore, his pale hands moving with unnerving, clinical efficiency. When the demon snapped a cold retort in my direction, a jolt went through me—part insult, part something else entirely. Then the walls breathed, and a demon lunged. My blade was an extension of my will. 'Water Breathing—Fourth Form!' The creature's head separated from its body with a wet, final sound. In the sudden quiet, Yushiro gathered Zenitsu as if he were a child. 'We are leaving this place,' he stated, already turning. I took a half-step forward, adjusting my grip on the katana,…