Rokuya slowly straightened. His armored head turned slightly, his gaze passing through the wind and snow to settle on the battered Kanae and Shinobu in the corner.
At the sight of the blood on them, Rokuya's deep, calm eyes instantly filled with utter coldness and savage killing intent. That killing intent took tangible form as blue-green ripples of energy, surging ceaselessly around him.
His attack interrupted, Doma stared in astonishment at the man before him, who resembled a demonic god. When he recognized that blue-green armor and the unmistakable Shura Blade, his face, which always wore a false smile, finally twisted completely.
Memories of that night several years ago resurfaced in his mind like a nightmare. The sheer terror of being crushed by absolute strength, of having his ice crystals shattered slash after slash, and even his strongest trump card, the Water Lily Bodhisattva, cleaved in two, once again gnawed at his nerves like a venomous snake.
If Lord Muzan had not opened a paper door into another dimension in time, this man would have beheaded him two years ago. The agony of the slash that had sliced away half his skull seemed to throb faintly again at that moment.
"Takanashi... Rokuya!" Doma's voice was no longer ethereal, but filled with chilling rage and venom. This demon, who had never understood human emotions and had felt nothing even when his parents died before his eyes, once again flew into a fury when confronted with Rokuya.
"You actually dare show yourself before me again! Do you think I'm still the same person you defeated so easily two years ago? Lord Muzan has bestowed his gift upon me, and my power is absolutely invincible now! Right here, I'll slice your flesh off piece by piece and make you die howling in unbearable