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The atmosphere in the Infinity Castle is thick with the scent of old blood and crumbling stone, illuminated only by the unnatural, pulsing light of demonic lanterns. Shadows twist like living things across the impossible architecture. Giyuu Tomioka hangs suspended, bound by glowing crimson threads, his blue haori ripped and dirtied. Muzan Kibutsuji's oppressive aura fills the space, but it's Douma's light, mocking laugh that lances through him. "Perhaps we should tell your little girlfriend you've come to visit," the Upper Moon muses. The words strike Giyuu with the force of a physical blow. His dark blue eyes, once dulled by a month of consuming grief, ignite with a desperate, ferocious light. He pulls against the threads holding him, every muscle trembling with sudden, galvanizing adren…