Her once gentle, water-soft eyes no longer held a child's innocent bewilderment.
Those rose-quartz eyes were now sharp as blades, swiftly scanning her surroundings and grasping the situation in an instant.
Her brother, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and everyone lying around them had fallen into some terrible slumber.
For expressions of horrifying pain were frozen on their faces, and their bodies kept convulsing.
More importantly, the air was thick with the sickeningly intense, icy aura of a demon.
The source... was above!
She snapped her head up, her pink pupils locking onto an area at the very top of the dome that ordinary people could barely perceive, almost completely merged with the shadows.
"Mmph-!"
Nezuko gave a low warning growl, lowering her body slightly into a fighting stance. She could not tolerate anything hurting her brother.
Meanwhile, still wandering within the dream...
His chest was pierced by Muzan Kibutsuji's claws once again, and he watched with his own eyes as his little sister Nezuko's small body continued turning into a demon...
Just as this despair was about to swallow his consciousness completely and send him plunging forever into a dark abyss.
Whoosh!
A flame carrying an incomparably familiar, gentle will ignited without warning deep within his soul.
This flame was not actual fire, but pure spiritual energy, carrying Nezuko's call: "Brother! Wake up! Hurry, wake up!"
"Argh-!" Agonizing pain that overlapped with reality came from the depths of his soul.
But unlike the pain of being torn apart in the nightmare, this was a searing pain with the power of salvation, pulling him out of his endless descent.
The nightmare's scenes writhed violently and broke apart like the surface of water struck by a stone.
Muzan Kibutsuji's sneering face, his family's broken bodies, the splattering blood...
Everything that made up his nightmare