Tendrils lashed. Flesh tore. The earth cracked beneath their feet.
Obanai, Sanemi, Tanjiro, and Giyu surged as one—four pillars of breath and fury against the dark god before them.
"Water Breathing, Tenth Form: Constant Flux!"
"Wind Breathing, Sixth Form: Black Wind Mountain Mist!"
"Serpent Breathing, Second Form: Venom Fangs Fangs!"
"Hinokami Kagura: Flame Waltz!"
Their blades danced in unison, storming toward Muzan from all angles.
But Muzan's body twisted, bones and flesh bending unnaturally.
With a sudden eruption of monstrous speed, he countered—
His tendrils flared, slicing the air and blasting the slayers backward like paper in a storm.
BOOM!
The dust hadn't even settled when a whip-like sword cracked through the wind—
"Love Breathing, Fourth Form: Love Pangs!"
Mitsuri Kanroji burst through the haze, her pink hair glowing under the fractured sky.
Tears lined her eyes but her voice was firm.
"You won't hurt anyone else!"
Muzan turned, annoyed—only to be met with a thunderous blast.
BANG!
Genya stood firm, reloading with shaking hands, eyes red with rage.
"Try healing from this," he muttered, veins bulging.
And just as Muzan turned again, a sharp mist slashed across his neck—
"Mist Breathing, Eighth Form: Obscuring Clouds."
Muichiro Tokito stepped out of the fog, his eyes focused. No fear. No hesitation.
"I'll slice you apart piece by piece."
"BEAST BREATHING, THIRD FANG: FANGS FLASH!"
A thunderous howl, and Inosuke Hashibira erupted from above, both blades spinning wildly as he struck.
Now they stood.
Eight slayers. Eight warriors of the dawn.
Giyu, calm like still water.
Tanjiro, burning like the sun.
Sanemi, a storm in human form.
Obanai, swift and sharp.
Mitsuri, a heart forged in fire.
Genya, cursed yet unrelenting.
Muichiro, silent precision.
Inosuke, chaos made flesh.
Muzan looked upon them, his face unreadable.
They weren't children anymore.
They weren't weak.
They were the blades of final judgment.
And this…
was war.