"What... is this..."
Tengen Uzui tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
The flamboyant vocabulary he took such pride in seemed so inadequate at that moment.
No known language could describe the sight before him.
The purple skeletal demon god formed from pure energy merely stood there in silence, purple flames burning in its hollow sockets, yet the pressure it radiated was enough to make even him, a Hashira, struggle to breathe.
The speed he took such pride in was nothing but a snail's crawl before this colossal god.
The strength he took such pride in was nothing but an infant's punch before this colossal god.
"Hey... hey... you've got to be kidding..."
Tanjiro sat slumped on the ground, his body shaking like a leaf from sheer shock.
He could smell it.
The purple demon god gave off a profoundly contradictory scent, far deeper and more ominous than any demon's, yet mingled with sacred majesty.
And Inosuke, who had only just escaped death underground, had lost the ability to speak entirely.
He merely gaped, staring through the eyes of his boar mask at the figure standing at the center of the demon god's brow, as indifferent as a deity.
That figure had just used a single "finger" to crush the enemy who had driven him into a desperate corner.
His animal instincts screamed and roared frantically, warning him that the being before him was an absolute, unchallengeable predator at the very apex of the food chain.
An eerie, deathly silence fell over the battlefield.
Only Daki's breathing remained, growing heavy with fear.
Just then, a cold, utterly emotionless voice rang out from within the enormous skeletal demon god, like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, exploding clearly in everyone's ears.
"Tengen Uzui, keep your subordinates in line."