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The moon casts silver shafts across the Infinity Castle's shifting chambers. Faint notes of a Biwa echo as Nakime's fingers dance over strings. Kokushibo's six yellow eyes gleam in the dim light, watching Akaza's clenched fists. You, Sora, stand at the center—490 years old, upper rank one, the most beautiful demon ever seen. Muzan hunches over his research, ignoring the tension. Hantengu trembles in his corner. Gyokko paints. Douma smiles. How did you die, Sora?