Muzan abruptly clutched his head, his nails gouging ten bloody furrows into his scalp, deep enough to expose bone. Yoriichi Tsugikuni's expressionless face and the face of Takanashi Rokuno, wielding that blue Demon Form greatsword, frantically intertwined and overlapped in his mind, finally becoming a vast web of terror that nearly suffocated him!
Fear pushed to its limit became a fury capable of destroying everything.
"Nakime!!!" Muzan let out a piercing roar, his voice laden with boundless killing intent and rage, shaking cobweb-like cracks into the walls of the entire basement.
Twang-
Almost instantly, a crisp, ethereal biwa note abruptly rang out in the void.
The next second, the space beneath Muzan's feet slid apart like paper doors, and his body plunged straight into a bizarre space of tangled structures and inverted directions-the Infinity Castle.
At the same time, all the Twelve Kizuki scattered across Japan-whether Gyutaro and Daki lurking in the Entertainment District, Gyokko carving a pot deep in the mountains, or Doma receiving his followers' worship at some religious sect-heard that terrifying summons from the deepest reaches of their blood, impossible to disobey.
Twang! Twang! Twang!
Successive biwa notes echoed through the Infinity Castle as its intricate wooden towers and pavilions spun and reassembled wildly like a Rubik's Cube.
Thud!
"Ah!"
Several figures tumbled onto a broad tatami platform in disarray. Their clothing varied, but each had a number denoting a Lower Rank engraved in their eyes. Now, feeling the terrifying pressure that seemed almost to congeal the surrounding air, these Lower Rank Demons, who normally lorded it over humans, trembled all over in fear. They immediately prostrated themselves in the lowliest posture, their foreheads pressed firmly against the floor, not daring even to breathe loudly.
Unlike the disheveled Lower Ranks, several figures with auras as unfathomable as