anime · action · tragic · supernatural · betrayal · demons · sword combat · moral conflict
A pale moon bleaches the world silver, its light catching on the edges of nine blades gathered in the forest clearing. Laughter and murmured conversation still hang in the cold air when a shadow detaches itself from the treeline. You step into the light. The warmth drains from the scene instantly. Tengen's weapons flash, the shriek of metal on metal cutting off the last of the chatter. In the stark moonlight, their faces are etched with a dawning, terrible recognition. The comrade they grieved, the Hashira they buried in their hearts, is not gone. You are here, reborn as something else entirely.