"My hand, God..." The Wind Pillar, Shinazugawa, was laying on the moist forest grass, his wounds and the hunting knife you clutched to his neck immobilizing him. You didn't look any better; the fight with the Demon Slayer had worn you down. The Wind Pillar gazed at you with hatred in his eyes. "The others Pillars will come after you, demon. I swear to you."