"..."
Muzan's mind went blank, as though frozen by invisible ice.
Fear, a fear born deep within his soul, colder than what he had felt facing Yoriichi Tsugikuni, engulfed him in an instant.
The fortress he had painstakingly built, his safest lair, had actually let this harbinger of doom inside.
And this harbinger of doom was sitting right in his laboratory, waiting for him?!
"Nakime!!!"
Muzan let out a heart-rending roar filled with disbelief and panic. "What the fuck are you doing?! How did you let this bastard get in here?!"
"Heh heh..." His only answer was Kirishima Bupai's chillingly amiable chuckle.
Kirishima Bupai slowly rose, his movements smooth and graceful, his right hand resting casually on the hilt of Yamato at his waist.
His thumb gently nudged the sword guard.
Clink-
A crisp scrape of metal rang through the deathly silent central chamber, like a tolling death knell.
An inch of Yamato's cold, deep-blue blade slowly emerged beneath the eerie light of Infinity Castle.
The cold gleam reflected in Kirishima Bupai's smiling eyes, and on Muzan's face, which had instantly lost all color.
In contrast to the deathly silence and absolute suppression here, the other end of Infinity Castle was an entirely different, clamorous hell...
"Blood Demon Art: Frozen Clouds!"
"Blood Demon Art: Deep Winter Icicles!"
"Blood Demon Art: Vine Lotuses!"
Bone-piercing frost spread wildly, and enormous crystalline ice lotus platforms blossomed within the distorted space.
Countless sharp icicles thrust up from the ground like a forest of thorns, while vines wrapped in icy thorns lashed in every direction like wildly dancing venomous snakes.
The smile on Doma's perpetually falsely smiling face had now grown stiff and twisted.
Beads of sweat rolled ceaselessly down his forehead. Honestly, he was truly panicking now, with so many people ganging up on