Rokuya let out a furious roar, and the Arcana Power within him began surging wildly. His eyes instantly turned an icy silver-blue, and the Shura Blade in his hand, wrapped in dark blue streams of light, began humming.
"Whether it's a Blood Demon Art or the shackles in your heart, I'll smash it to pieces today!"
Meanwhile, in reality, at the front of the train.
The wind howled. Black smoke from burning coal mingled with demon flesh and blood, giving off a nauseating stench. Obanai Iguro finally fought his way into the engine room.
The sight here had gone completely beyond ordinary human comprehension. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the entire engine room had all turned into writhing masses of dark red flesh. Above the largest boiler grew an enormously thick pillar of flesh, and at its center lay Enmu's neck bone!
"Finally found you, you utterly disgusting vermin!" Obanai sneered, and sword energy rippling like water vapor began coiling around the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
"It's useless... it's useless, Demon Slayer Corps swordsman."
Hundreds upon thousands of bloodshot eyes suddenly opened on the surrounding walls of flesh. Every eye stared fixedly at Obanai, eerie incantations flickering within their pupils.
"Whispers of Forced Sleep Hypnosis!"
Enmu's twisted, excited voice rang out from every direction.
A sudden wave of dizziness struck Obanai, and the scene before him instantly blurred. The next second, his consciousness was forcibly dragged into a pitch-black abyss.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the train's engine room, but in a dark, damp underground cell reeking of blood.
"This is..." Obanai's pupils abruptly contracted, and his breathing instantly grew rapid.
The dungeon on Hachijo Island. The place where he had been penned up like livestock since childhood, forced to watch demons