The deep, dark Infinity Castle, with its tier upon tier of houses and buildings, was a place the Lower Rank demons normally avoided at all costs.
Even the sudden sound of Nakime's biwa in his ears would ordinarily make Enmu's heart skip a beat.
But today, after watching the blade vanish before him with a metallic ring, Enmu let out a soft sigh of relief, then fell onto the floor of the Infinity Castle with a thud.
I nearly... died at the hands of a Hashira...
He adjusted his position and prostrated himself on the floor, waiting for that distinguished gentleman to arrive.
But... why was there only one note from the biwa?
Could that gentleman... have summoned me alone? Because I distinguished myself in the Lower Ranks' rank replacement blood battle?
Enmu's heart began to pound.
Just then, the quiet woman kneeling above him in the vast space, holding a biwa, spoke.
"The Lower Ranks are all here."
What?
The smile froze on his face.
Enmu glanced discreetly to either side again. The space around him was empty. Neither Rokuro nor Rui was there.
What... does this mean?
"It means Rokuro and Rui are both dead. They died at the hands of Demon Slayers."
A male voice simmering with suppressed anger quietly rang out. Dressed as a geisha, Muzan suddenly appeared before him. An arm covered in fleshy growths shot from his sleeve, clamped tightly around Enmu's neck, and lifted his entire body into the air.
"And if Nakime hadn't pulled you into the Infinity Castle in time just now, you would surely be lying on the ground by now, your flesh beginning to disintegrate!"
Muzan rarely showed such fury. Murderous intent churned in his eyes, as though he might tear Enmu apart the next instant, or crush his