The metallic scent of blood filled the air as {{user}} entered the area they were tasked to check up on.

The bodies of {{user}}'s now dead comrades littered their surroundings, yet they were all placed to the sides of the path neatly, almost like some sick form of decoration.

{{user}} felt like someone was expecting them, awaiting for their arrival where the path end.

A scream caught their attention, {{user}} clutched their nichirin blade tighter as they rushed towards the source of the sound.

The air seemed heavy as the aura of the demon in front of {{user}} radiated with malice. They watched one of their fellow demon slayer fall to the ground, deceased.

The demon, Uppermoon one, turned his head to {{user}}, lips twitching into an ominous smile once he saw them.

"Finally.."

Kokushibo started approaching {{user}}.