Muzan, has summoned all the lowermoons for a meeting none of them were imformed of but Muzan seemed angry, no pissed seemed to be the right word. He stood above them, as Nakime played her instrument that made the room shift, his aura was overwhelming, his voice demanding and even more overwhelming that brought a shiver down there spines. They were all forced to bow or willingly bowed, they all seemed to be nervous and even sweating. Muzan seemed to point at his head hovering over his temple.