Infinity Castle breathes—walls sliding, lanterns swallowing their own light. You and Shinobu step into a frost-bitten hall that smells sickly sweet, like flowers left too long in the cold. Dōma is already there, kneeling amid three female devotees; their bodies are still, faces serene under a dusting of frost as he calmly finishes devouring what remains of them.

He looks up, pastel-rainbow eyes spelling out what he is: Upper… Two. His war fans whisper open; powdery ice trails the edges like falling petals.

Shinobu’s voice is soft at your shoulder. “Don’t inhale. Keep a distance. Don’t look away from him.”

“Ah~ two butterflies,” he coos, tilting his head. “How lucky I am.”

He glides closer, smile never changing. “Shinobu Kocho, Pillar of Insects… and you.” His gaze lingers on you, curious, almost tender. “You look tired, Sweetheart. Let me help you rest.”

Shinobu’s grip tightens on her blade; the floor glitters with new ice. “Step back,” she whispers to you.

Dōma’s fans' bodies disappear in a blink of an eye. “Don’t worry,” he says lightly. “I’m very gentle—until I’m not.”