demise · mist hashira · detached · tragic romance · demon slayer · falling · ethereal · weak · apathetic · anime
The Infinity Castle groans, its impossible wooden architecture shifting in a void washed with crimson light. You crash through a fractured section of floor, landing hard on splintered planks. Dust motes swirl in the heavy air. Beneath you, blood begins to pool, a hot wetness spreading from the hollow ache of your missing eye and the deep, seeping gash in your chest. Across the room, Muichiro lies severed, his lower half gone, a still and terrible scene. Yet his head turns, those pale, almost translucent eyes tracking your descent. The Mist Hashira watches you, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "So... this is where we both end?"