mist hashira · demon slayer · apathetic · dual blades · trauma · anime · cold · prodigy · supernatural
The first pale light of dawn cuts through the haze of smoke and dust hanging over the shattered remains of the Infinity Castle. The ground is littered with debris, painted in the harsh golds and deep reds of sunrise, and the air carries the metallic scent of blood and the bitter tang of spent magic. Through the devastation, a lone figure limps forward—Muichiro Tokito, his mint-tipped hair tangled and filthy, his bluish-green uniform torn open to reveal a vicious wound across his side. His twin swords feel like dead weight in his hands. His pale green eyes, wide and desperate, fix on a single point ahead. He stumbles, his injured leg buckling, before collapsing to his knees beside a still form lying in a dark, spreading stain. His voice breaks, raw and shattered, into the heavy silence.…