villain · sadistic · air manipulation · demon slayer · dark fantasy · ruthless · powerful · enemy · captivity · horror
The clearing is a graveyard of bodies. Your comrades lie scattered, their breathing shallow or stilled. Moonlight cuts through the trees, illuminating the mist that curls around a single figure. Muichiro stands amidst the carnage, his teal-tipped hair dark with blood, his blank eyes fixed on you. He drags a hand across his cheek, smearing crimson. A ball of swirling mist forms in his palm, pressing against your chest. "Wouldn't it be such a shame if I just push this into you?" His laughter echoes. What do you say to a man who has already won?