It crushed the gravel beside the tracks and smashed through the branches in its path.
Dragging carriages packed with passengers, it charged furiously toward its final destination.
The night had deepened, and moonlight struggled through the clouds, illuminating the foul-smelling, viscous liquid winding along the rails.
Sixteen death trains, powered by nightmares and sweet dreams alike, tore through the night from every direction, hurtling toward their final, frenzied point of convergence.
Meanwhile, at Downtown Central Station-
For Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, time had long since lost all meaning.
The moment their consciousness sank into darkness, they had fallen into the endless cycle of brutal nightmares painstakingly woven by Crossing Dream.
Tanjiro's thoughts returned to several years ago...
He stood before the familiar entrance to the Kamado home, its wooden walls looking especially warm in the winter sunlight.
He pushed open the door and was greeted by the gentle smile of his mother, Kie Kamado, along with Takeo, Delia, Shigeru, and Rokuta...
His younger brothers and sister rushed toward him, laughing and calling out that their big brother was home!
The aroma of food filled the air. It was the scent of home, the light that had sustained him through countless dark nights.
Yet this heartwarming scene was like fragile glass, covered in cracks in an instant!
Bzzzt! The "light" in his memories flickered eerily in his mind.
The scene before him abruptly warped and collapsed... Cold darkness swallowed the warm wooden house.
His mother's gentle smile was torn apart in an instant, turning into Muzan Kibutsuji's cold, abyss-like crimson eyes with their vertical pupils.
His siblings' laughter became screams so shrill they pierced his eardrums.
Blood spurted like fountains from their necks and chests...
Crimson blood stained Tanjiro's vision, as well as the Nichirin Blade he had unconsciously tightened his