On the ruined streets of the Swordsmith Village, the remaining fleeing demons had nowhere to hide beneath the sunlight and were burned to dust.
Tanjiro anxiously held Nezuko tight in his arms beneath the sun.
Nezuko's entire body was burning, her skin gradually rotting away, but she struggled to keep a smile on her face.
She raised a hand and stroked her Onii-chan's head.
Beside them, Zenitsu knelt on the ground, slapping his own face hard and apologizing over and over.
"I'm sorry! I failed to protect Nezuko! I deserve to die, I really do!"
"No, this isn't your fault. I let my guard down." Despite his own anguish, Tanjiro still spared a moment to comfort him.
Everyone spontaneously formed a human wall around Nezuko, doing their best to shield her from the sun.
But she had already been fully exposed to the sunlight. The burned areas of her skin continued to deteriorate, leaving almost no part of her untouched.
"What do we do? If this keeps up, Nezuko will... she'll..."
No one had any good ideas. Killing demons was easy enough for them, but they knew nothing about medicine.
Kyojuro suddenly thought of someone, a man with godlike power.
"Tanjiro, our only option now is to ask His Majesty to intervene. He's incredibly powerful, and he even suppressed the curse on Oyakata-sama before. He must have a way!"
Tanjiro's eyes lit up. "I'll go beg him right now. Whatever the price, I'm willing to pay it!" he said solemnly.
"I'm coming too!" Zenitsu chimed in.
Seeing his badly swollen cheeks and the resolute determination in his eyes, Tanjiro's heart softened.
He silently nodded and stood up, preparing to go search...
"Everyone, move aside. I'm here." Tetsuhiro slowly descended from the sky, holding Dawn and Toneri.
Dawn looked over worriedly.