That single bloody tear was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
Demon King Tanjiro clutched his head and suddenly let out a deafening roar filled with endless agony.
The demon aura around him grew extremely unstable, sometimes raging like a tsunami, sometimes weakening like a dying flame. The Bone Whips extending from his back flailed wildly without any pattern, slicing the surrounding ground to pieces, yet eerily avoiding Nezuko, who was right beside him.
"There... there's a chance!" Fire rekindled in Kyojuro Rengoku's eyes. "His consciousness is still there!"
"But... what should we do?" Zenitsu sobbed, voicing the question in everyone's hearts.
To strike, or not to strike?
It was a dilemma with no answer.
Just then, at the other end of the battlefield, the man everyone had momentarily overlooked-the man who had determined the course of the final battle-slowly opened his eyes.
Uesugi Sasuke.
His consciousness had only just struggled free of endless darkness and exhaustion. His body felt utterly hollowed out, every muscle and every nerve crying out as though coming apart. He could not even feel his left eye. The Rinnegan that had once seen through all things and manipulated space now held nothing but a deathly void.
Yet his right eye, the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, though its light had also dimmed, still stubbornly maintained its most basic functions.
In his vision, the entire world lost its color, taking on its most essential form, composed of black-and-white lines and flowing energy.
He saw the warm, pure life energy of a human in Nezuko.
He also saw Muzan's pitch-black energy within Demon King Tanjiro, so immense it was suffocating, mingled with hatred and unwillingness to yield.
But...
At the core of that vast mass of pitch-black energy, Sasuke saw something entirely different.
It was an