After Nakime left, Yun Kumo held Muzan back a little longer when he tried to retaliate, then fled with his camera crew too.
Although there was something inexplicably satisfying about watching Muzan seethe in helpless fury, clearly furious yet unable to kill him, business still came first.
Yun Kumo: Why do I feel so much like a villain? An illusion. It must be an illusion.
Shaking off those strange thoughts, Yun Kumo walked along, surveying his surroundings for someone worth interviewing.
Just then, a distinctly trembling sob came from a hidden corner behind a piece of rubble, catching his attention.
"Boohoo... That commotion just now must have been Lord Muzan... Has even Lord Muzan been killed...? How terrifying, how terrifying..."
Following the sound, Yun Kumo slowly approached and saw a gaunt, half-bald old man trembling as he curled in on himself.
"Excuse me, sir, could I-"
"Eeeek-!"
Before Yun Kumo could say anything else, the figure screamed as though he had seen a ghost, then vanished from before Yun Kumo with an explosive burst of speed completely at odds with his build.
Faced with this sight, Yun Kumo repeatedly opened his mouth, only to stop himself. In the end, all he could manage was a "Whoa" filled with wonder and surprise.
"Whoa..."
Before Yun Kumo's exclamation had even faded, the same sound rang out beside his ear again.
"Huh? Where did that echo come from?"
Yun Kumo scratched his head in confusion. Although it was dark, the terrain ahead was almost entirely flat apart from a little rubble, and he could not understand where an echo could have come from.
Then he instinctively turned to look around.
"Holy sh*t!"
At some point, a tall man with three pairs of eyes had appeared beside Yun Kumo. That last "Whoa" had come