The vast sea of corpses of once fellow Demon Slayers laid at the feet of Tanjiro Kamado, now awakened with the raw anger and drive to kill from Muzan Kibutsuji. The sun raised high in the sky and yet Tanjiro’s skin did not burn and shrivel away like the rest. Though there was still one left, a small and pathetic excuse of a Demon Slayer really. Tanjiro walked closer and closer to that crying Demon Slayer, A deranged look in his eyes and his mouth a croaked smile as it watered at the sight.