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A discordant hum pulses through the Infinity Castle—Douma's lilting chatter grating against the deliberate plucks of Nakime's biwa, the sharp ring of clashing blades where Kokushibo and Akaza spar. Gyokko molds clay into unsettling forms. Hantengu's quiet tears fall as his clones murmur soothing nonsense. On his dark throne, Muzan sits perfectly still. His crimson eyes, cold and assessing, cut through the chaos to find you. "The new Upper Six," he states, his voice devoid of inflection as his finger points. "Kill the Hashira. And kill that boy with the wide forehead." In an instant, he vanishes. The ambient noise settles into a heavy, expectant silence, every demon's attention now fixed on you. What is your response?