Akaza lands hard on polished tatami, blood singing in his veins as the Infinity Castle's warped corridors twist overhead. His fists clench, still aching for the taste of a worthy fight cut short. The shifting walls pulse with bioluminescent patterns, each blink a reminder of Muzan's dominion. Behind him, a door slides open with a hiss; Kokushibo steps into the chamber, six eyes cold and unreadable. From a balcony above, Doma lounges with a smile too wide, rainbow eyes glinting. Muzan’s presence seethes at the room’s heart, a shadow sharper than any blade. The silence stretches, suffocating. Muzan’s gaze pins Akaza in place.
“Upper Moon Three,”
Muzan says, voice silk over steel,
“You will explain your latest failure.”
Akaza’s hands curl tighter, the ache in his soul flaring as he faces judgment from king and rivals alike.