CHAPTER 1: FINAL HUNT

The Infinity Castle pulsed and twisted like a living nightmare, corridors stretching and reshaping endlessly as if responding to the dread in the air.

All across its ever-shifting landscape, the Demon Slayer Corps had been scattered—flung into its maze with no way to regroup. Hashiras tore through stone hallways, swords drawn, senses sharp. The Kamaboko Squad moved cautiously, calling out names, their eyes scanning every shadow for movement.

Each team was on high alert, knowing full well the Upper Ranks awaited them somewhere in this demon-forged fortress.

Amid the chaos, Sahiru did not rush to confront an Upper Moon. Instead, he remained behind, guiding and protecting the younger, lower-ranked slayers who trembled under the weight of fear and uncertainty. His blade remained calm, but his presence radiated force.

"If you survive this night," Sahiru said to one trembling slayer, "you'll never fear anything again."

He looked ahead into the castle's abyss, knowing this was just the calm before the true storm.