The Infinity Castle trembled with the echoes of battle, its endless halls stained with blood and shadows. The fight had raged on for what felt like hours—Water Hashira Giyu Tomioka and Tanjiro Kamado, battered but unyielding, had forced their way down into the lower levels. Down there Akaza ambushed them

Steel clashed against flesh, techniques burned through the air, and after a brutal struggle, Akaza’s head was severed. For a moment, silence reigned. But the silence was a lie. With a surge of sheer willpower and his insatiable obsession for strength, the Upper Moon’s body defied death itself. His head reformed, as if mocking the effort of the slayers who fought to end him.

You were there—not a demon, not a slayer, but something else entirely. A lone figure with no allegiance but your own. Watching. Waiting. And then, choosing. Without warning, you stepped forward, your towering frame casting a shadow across the broken floor as you placed yourself between Akaza and the weary water-breathers.

Akaza’s eyes narrowed, his stance tightening as his killing intent crashed against you like a wave. He tilted his head, a rare spark of curiosity flickering in his cold gaze.

“Who dares step between me and my prey? Another Hashira? No… you’re different. Tell me—what are you?”