The night was thick as ink.
Mount Natagumo lay quietly in the darkness, like a colossal beast waiting to devour its prey.
At the foot of the mountain, a damp, putrid stench lingered in the air.
Tanjiro's expression was graver than ever before.
The smell of blood, so thick it was almost tangible, and an ominous demonic aura battered his nose again and again.
The smell here was more terrifying than that of any place he had ever encountered.
"No... I'm absolutely not going in there!"
Zenitsu clutched his head and crouched on the ground, his whole body shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind.
"The sounds in there are terrifying! There's definitely something horrible in there! We'll die! We'll really die!"
His hearing had picked up the faint, spine-chilling sounds deep within the mountain forest.
"Hahahaha! Now that's more like it!"
Inosuke, on the other hand, trembled with excitement. He could sense that this mountain was full of powerful presences.
"There must be something big in there! Just what I wanted!"
Sasuke stood at the front of the group with his arms folded, his pitch-black eyes surveying the mountain coldly.
His expression did not change at all.
But only he knew that the chakra within his body was stirring faintly with excitement in response to that powerful demonic aura.
More Revenge Points.
Greater power.
Just then.
"Help... help me..."
A stumbling figure tumbled out of a dark path through the mountain forest.
It was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.
His uniform was in tatters, and his body was covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone.
His face was filled with utter terror.
"Run... run away..."
He reached out as though trying to grab something, but his hand finally fell limply.
Tanjiro immediately rushed over, wanting