Bricks and rubble flew in every direction.
The nearby civilians screamed in terror, scattering like startled birds.
And at the center of those ruins.
Countless chunks of flesh writhed, slowly piecing themselves back together.
Flesh stuck to flesh, and bones clicked.
Trying to reassemble into a human form.
At last, the Dress-Wearing Girl, who had looked as exquisite as a doll, disappeared completely.
From the piled-up flesh, a naked man rose to his feet.
He was the sworn enemy the Demon Slayer Corps had pursued for a thousand years.
The source of countless shattered families and countless innocent deaths.
The Lord of the Otherworldly to whom all demons pledged allegiance.
The Demon King.
[Muzan Kibutsuji]
A curly-haired young man who looked to be in his twenties.
He had the same sickly pale skin as the Dress-Wearing Girl from before.
Yet he possessed a remarkably sturdy, muscular body.
His sharply defined contours gleamed in the moonlight, like a sculpture carved from marble.
His face was handsome to an almost unnatural degree.
Unfortunately, that face was now utterly twisted with ferocity and panic.
It looked rather frightening.
"Those earrings... that's impossible..."
He covered his face with one hand, yet could not suppress the fear inside him.
Veins bulged beneath his skin, and his muscles swelled and contracted irregularly.
It was the uncontrollable trembling of his body when his fear reached its limit.
Feeling around the tough back of his neck.
The man tried to soothe the discomfort brought on by extreme panic.
Moonlight shone on his skin.
This nearly perfect body, which even guns and cannons struggled to harm.
Was now experiencing burning, scalding pain in several places.
It had been left by a certain human swordsman hundreds upon hundreds of years ago.
Damn it!
Although those scars had never fully healed.