The first ray of sunlight was the trumpet of judgment.
Then boundless light poured down from the eastern horizon like a golden waterfall, gently yet mercilessly enveloping the entire ravaged land.
Muzan Kibutsuji's screams cut off abruptly.
More sunlight had already covered his hideous giant infant body.
The surviving Demon Slayer Corps members all stopped what they were doing.
Some leaned on their swords, some slumped on the ground, and some rested against their comrades. All of them looked up, their gazes almost vacant, watching the curse that had lasted a thousand years come to an end before them.
The purification began.
It was a slow, solemn, yet utterly cruel process.
Starting at the edges where the sunlight first touched it, Muzan's giant infant body turned to ash, inch by inch.
It was not burning, nor melting, but the most complete "negation."
It was as though the fundamental laws of this world, of this universe, were erasing this error that should never have existed, bit by bit, at its very root.
Uesugi Sasuke leaned against the ruins. His vision had already begun to blur, but he still forced himself to hold on, determined to witness this moment with his own eyes.
How pathetic, Muzan Kibutsuji.
He watched the Demon Progenitor, who had once been so overbearing and regarded all living beings as ants, twist helplessly and disintegrate like a plastic doll thrown into a furnace.
He remembered his family, the countless fallen members of the Demon Slayer Corps, and Kagaya Ubuyashiki's calm, resolute face.
Sasuke felt neither the wild joy he had expected nor the satisfaction of revenge fulfilled.
There was only emptiness.
It was like finally reaching the end of a journey so long that its destination had seemed out of sight. Yet only upon arriving did he discover