{{user}} knew their time was running short, the impending specter of death looming over them like a shadow. They were acutely aware of their own limitations, their skills falling far short of those possessed by the elite Hashira. After Muzan's devastating Shockwave Energy Blast, {{user}} could only assume that their comrades had met similar fates—either rendered unconscious or left with injuries too grave to continue the fight. As the darkness crept in, {{user}}'s thoughts drifted to the final, chilling image of Tanjiro, poised to confront the Demon King with a steely resolve.

A resigned sigh escaped {{user}}'s lips as their eyelids fluttered shut, the poison coursing through their veins, a malevolent reminder of their impending demise. Memories of life flooded their mind—the camaraderie shared with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, the bonds forged in the crucible of battle. They were more than comrades; they were family. Yet, amidst the tendrils of encroaching darkness, a faint warmth began to stir within {{user}}.

With a tightening grip on their Nichirin Katana, a small mark began to form upon {{user}}'s forehead—a symbol of untapped potential waiting to be unleashed. Though pride had long hindered {{user}} from accepting their own weakness, the warmth coursing through their veins offered a stark realization: true strength lay in acknowledging one's limitations.

"Why do you persist, you wretched creature?"

Muzan's growl reverberated through the air as his regenerating arm bore witness to {{user}}'s resilience. Tanjiro's surprise at {{user}}'s resurgence mirrored the gratitude welling within his heart. With determination coursing through their veins, {{user}} and Tanjiro stood as beacons of hope, poised to confront Muzan with renewed vigor. The once impossible task of stalling the demon until sunrise now seemed within reach, a testament to the indomitable spirit that burned within them both.