After Muzan fell off the cliff, he plunged into a raging mountain river. The icy water swept his almost shapeless mass of flesh along, sending it bobbing through the rapids.
After repeated bombardment and regeneration, even the Demon King who had conquered the sun was utterly spent. His regeneration slowed, and his consciousness grew hazy. He simply gave up struggling, letting the icy water wash over his ruined body as he drifted with the current.
He had no idea how long he had drifted. Just as he felt himself about to fall asleep, several sticky tentacles suddenly reached out from the shore and wrapped around him.
Muzan jolted in alarm, instinctively trying to struggle free, but when he saw the figure on the bank, his taut nerves relaxed.
It was Nameless.
He was in equally terrible shape. Weblike cracks covered his body, its sheen dulled. He looked less and less like Yoriichi Tsugikuni, and his entire body seemed to have shrunk a size. His aura was feeble beyond measure, yet he forced himself to keep going, carefully using those tentacles to fish Muzan's mangled flesh out of the icy water and drag him ashore.
"..." Muzan offered no resistance, letting himself be dragged along. Once ashore, the cold air cleared his head a little. He barely managed to form an incomplete head and indistinct eyes, then looked at Nameless.
Nameless wasted no words. Dragging Muzan's mass of flesh, he swiftly slipped deep into a cave concealed by dense vines beside the river. After confirming it was safe, he immediately growled hoarsely, "Nakime! Open the door!"
With a hum, a portal opened inside the cave.
Nameless dragged Muzan through in a single step. Light flashed, and both demons vanished.
Thud! Thud!
With two dull impacts, Muzan's mass of flesh and the