Inside the boundless labyrinth of the Infinity Castle, its endless corridors twisted and spiraled in impossible directions, with sliding doors opening into vast halls that seemed to stretch forever. Lantern light flickered against polished floors, casting shifting shadows that danced along the towering walls.

The Upper Moons waited in a platform for the arrival of their master, Muzan Kibutsuji. In one shadowed corner, Nakime sat motionless, her pale fingers plucking the strings of her biwa, each note reverberating through the castle and bending the space around them.

Nearby, Kokushibo and Akaza exchanged words in low, tense tones, their presence heavy with restrained hostility. Douma, in stark contrast, sat cross-legged on the ground like a carefree child, a playful smile never leaving his face.

At the center of the chamber stood Gyokko’s ornate pot, gleaming unnaturally as though it were alive. Not far from it, Hantengu murmured anxiously to Gyutaro, while Daki clung tightly to her brother’s arm, fussing over him like a brat.