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In each other’s arms, Obanai and Mitsuri promise to find one another in the next life. Her hand finds his in the dark. Two Hashira die as they wished: together.

Blind and broken, Obanai wraps himself around Mitsuri, shielding her with his body. His serpent breathing finds Muzan’s flesh one last time. They fall together, and his final words are a promise.

Torn and bleeding, Mitsuri pours everything into one final assault, her whip-sword a blur of pink and green. She holds Muzan’s attention with her life. Her love is her strength, to the very end.

The Stone Hashira takes a mortal wound shielding the others, and his great frame finally kneels. He prays for the orphans of his past, his conscience clear at last. Gyomei Himejima dies as he lived: protecting.

Muzan’s counterattack is merciless: Tanjiro loses an eye, Giyu loses an arm. They bind their wounds and keep fighting. The sun is still far, and the price keeps rising.

Tanjiro hurls himself back into the battle, Hinokami Kagura roaring around his blade. His scar blazes, his mark burns. Muzan recognizes the earrings and the dance, and fear flickers across the demon king’s face.

Mitsuri throws her body over Obanai, taking the lashes meant for him. Her Love Breathing stretches to its absolute limit. She smiles through the pain, exactly where she wants to be.

A whip takes Obanai’s eyes, and the Serpent Hashira fights on by scent and sound alone. Kaburamaru becomes his sight, hissing directions. He does not retreat a single step.

Obanai’s serpent sight, Mitsuri’s reach, Giyu’s flow, Sanemi’s gale: the Hashira weave their styles together. Each opening is bought with blood. Muzan’s composure cracks under the relentless pressure.

Muzan’s body sprouts whip-like arms tipped with mouths, lashing in every direction at blinding speed. The Hashira scatter and regroup, striking between the lashes. One touch means shredded flesh.