Zenitsu Agatsuma's roar was like a thunderclap hurled onto the deathly silent battlefield.
That dazzling flash of lightning, which no longer required him to fall asleep to erupt, briefly illuminated the bloodstained, exhausted faces of every survivor.
Even the enormous face of flesh and blood that belonged to Muzan Kibutsuji flickered with astonishment. He could sense that the aura of the blond boy before him, who had been weeping in terror just moments ago, had undergone a complete transformation in an instant. Though he was still weak, that resolve to burn through his own life stirred a trace of something Muzan had not felt in a long time... irritation.
Just like those damned Demon Slayer Corps swordsmen who had hounded him for a thousand years.
Every last one of them was a lunatic.
"Caw-! Caw-!"
During that brief standoff, the Kasugai Crow that had been circling above the battlefield for so long once again let out its harsh, grating cry, which sounded like heavenly music at that moment.
"One hour until sunrise! Repeat, one hour until sunrise!"
One hour!
That deadline was like a powerful stimulant, driven straight into every Demon Slayer Corps member on the brink of collapse.
The dawn of victory lay just ahead! If they could hold on for one more hour, if they could keep this monster here, it would all be over!
"Ooooooh! Did you hear that, you bastard Muzan?!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa laughed wildly and slapped his cheeks hard with the back of his blade, forcing himself to rally. His Bright Red Nichirin Sword once again blazed with surging fighting spirit. "You've only got one hour left to live!"
"Namu Amida Butsu..." Gyomei Himejima swung his heavy chained Meteor Hammer. Though his body was covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone, his assault grew