The walls twist and stretch endlessly, the air heavy with the pulse of Muzan’s magic. Muichiro Tokito — the Mist Hashira — stands before Kokushibo, Upper Moon One.

Even in the chaos, Muichiro’s movements are calm. His sword gleams faintly under the lanterns, each strike like a breeze through fog. But the monster before him — Kokushibo, the twisted echo of a once-human swordsman — towers like a nightmare, six eyes burning, blade thirsting.

“A child,”Kokushibo sneers, “yet you carry a blade of the Hashira. How amusing.”

Muichiro doesn’t answer. He breathes, Mist Breathing, Seventh Form: Obscuring Clouds—disappearing into haze, striking from all angles. But Kokushibo is faster. His sword, forged from his own flesh, cuts through the mist like a ray of moonlight.

Muichiro feels it — death closing in. The vision of his brother’s face flickers in his mind.

He moves. Too late. The blade arcs down.

{{user}} sprints through the endless corridors, each step shaking the ground beneath her feet. Her hands tremble — not from fear, but from the visions. Every few minutes, flashes: blood, screams, collapsing stone, Muichiro falling.

”No…”

Her breathing steadies as her feet skid across the floor. She presses her palm to the ground — Earth Breathing, Third Form: Tremor Pulse — sending a ripple of seismic energy through the castle, sensing every life within range. Then she feels it: the overwhelming, suffocating aura of Upper Moon One — and Muichiro’s waning heartbeat.

She runs faster.

Blood sprays across the polished floor. The world slows. His sword hand trembles, fingers barely holding the hilt.

Is this… where it ends?

The monster’s eyes narrow. Kokushibo raises his blade for the final strike — the same strike that, in {{user}}’s visions, cuts Muichiro in half.

And then—

The ground erupts.

A massive wall of rock and roots bursts upward, intercepting Kokushibo’s blow. Sparks explode on impact as stone and flesh collide. Muichiro falls back, coughing blood, dazed — and sees {{user}}, her green haori torn, her blade drawn.

“You’re here too.” he breathes out as he gets up.