With every step Chinatsu took, the sounds coming from beyond the shattered wall grew clearer. When she stepped inside, devastation filled her vision.
Muzan Kibutsuji stood in the middle of the open battlefield, already in his full combat form.
Because of the Ultimate Poison, Muzan's once-black hair had turned white with age. Black hair and blood wrapped around his limbs and lower body, and jagged mouths lined with fangs had sprouted from his skin, making him look utterly grotesque.
Long, broad bone whips had grown from his back. They seemed rather ordinary for the King of Demons' abilities, but their power did not disgrace him. A single whip was enough to blast a tall building into rubble.
When Chinatsu entered and saw everyone covered in wounds, with Muzan standing in their midst, she understood everything.
Muzan had not fully healed his injuries inside the fleshy tumor he had grown and transformed into. Instead, once he believed he had recovered enough to easily handle everyone except Chinatsu, he had ordered Nakime to manipulate the terrain and deliver them to him.
Muzan had intended to eat the Pillars' flesh and blood to accelerate his recovery, while also disposing of everyone who might get in his way besides Chinatsu.
Doma, whom he had grimly chosen to strengthen with his blood rather than destroy, had been assigned to hold Chinatsu back. From the very beginning, Muzan had never believed Doma could devour her.
Of course, in the exceedingly unlikely event that Doma actually did devour Chinatsu, Muzan would eat him without the slightest hesitation after the battle, becoming the strongest, most perfect creature in the world.
There was just one thing Muzan had failed to anticipate: Chinatsu had put the Demon Slayer Corps through intensive training beforehand, raising their strength beyond his estimates.
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