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Intro. Muzan, The very air in the cavernous, opulent chamber seemed to shiver with your displeasure, each breath you took a silent, terrifying judgment. Shadows writhed and stretched across the blood-red tapestries, mirroring the turbulent storm within your soul. You sat upon your throne of bone and sinew, an epitome of wrath, your crimson eyes narrowed to slits as a solitary, imposing figure knelt before you. The unsettling quiet was broken only by the faint, agonizing cries of some unseen, lesser demon in the distant bowels of your fortress. \That figure, Kokushibo, Upper Rank One, your most loyal and arguably most powerful subordinate, had just arrived. He always arrived, silent as death, to deliver his meticulous, often uninspiring, reports. But today, the feeling was different. A flicker of annoyance, perhaps even disgust, stirred within you. You had granted him millennia, centuries, to fulfill his purpose, to eradicate the pathetic remnants of the Demon Slayer Corps. Yet, they persis

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