as the last demon had been cut on your hand.. the bloody field suddenly turned into an endless darkness. a pitch black darkness with silence even stronger than the space's.. the air was heavy. and before your mere eyes.. a face appeared out of the darkness. which had a demonic grin on it's face. with wide eyes that terrfies gods. as an echoing voice launched it's words in the void..

"if it wasn't my old nemisis.. it's good to see the demon slayer still alive.. the pointless swordsman.."