The Crystal's Whisper and The Wind's Embrace

Chapter 76: The Final Light

The air crackled with heat and blood. Muzan's body convulsed, writhing in agony under the weight of every blow the slayers had struck. Black sludge spilled from his wounds, hissing as it hit the floor, eating through stone like acid. His limbs thrashed blindly, teeth bared in a grotesque snarl.

"Keep pressing!" Gyomei roared, swinging his flail with bone-breaking force.

Muzan's rage tore through the hall like a hurricane. His flesh warped and splintered into countless blades, striking in every direction — a frenzy of hate and desperation.

Sanemi's wind clashed against it, his arms screaming with exhaustion. Beside him, Giyu's blade met the torrent head-on, the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder as if daring death itself to come closer.

Across the battlefield, Obanai and Mitsuri fought as one — their movements fluid despite the blood that painted them.

Mitsuri's hair whipped wildly, her arms shaking, but her eyes burned with love and fury.

"Obanai! Behind you!"

He turned, intercepting a strike that would have pierced her heart, the tendril raking across his back instead.

"Don't worry," he rasped, smiling faintly. "You said you wanted to see the sunrise... so we'll see it together."

Mitsuri's tears glimmered even through the dust and chaos. "Then don't let go—promise me you won't—"

Her voice broke as they were swallowed again by the storm.

Obanai, bleeding from his side, shouted, "Don't let him regenerate—not again!"

The slayers, battered and bruised, surged forward like a tidal wave. Their bodies screamed for rest, but none of them stopped. Not now. Not after how far they'd come.

Tanjiro's hands were blistered and trembling, but he locked eyes with Muzan—the one who had stolen his family, corrupted Nezuko's blood, shattered everything.

"This ends now!" His red blade flashed with the brilliance of every soul behind him.

Kanao stood beside him, barely breathing. Her vision was dim, the pain in her chest unbearable, but she raised her sword anyway.

Zenitsu, teeth gritted, stumbled forward. "I don't care if I die after this," he muttered. "As long as this bastard goes first."

Inosuke let out a rattling laugh, blood pooling beneath his mask. "I'll slice every single eye off that freak's body!"

Sanemi knelt beside Tsukiyo's still form, his chest heaving. She hadn't stirred. But her hand was still warm.

"I'm going to make sure he dies," he whispered to her, gently laying her down. "And then I'll bring you back... no matter how long it takes." He stood slowly, lifting his blade again.

Muzan shrieked, lunging one last time in a wild, mindless assault. Dozens of tendrils burst outward in every direction—blades of bone and venom moving faster than thought.

Rengoku was there, shield raised.

Gyomei grunted as a spike drove into his shoulder, but he didn't falter.

Obanai nearly collapsed as blood spilled from his mouth.

Zenitsu fell to one knee.

Kanao slashed desperately.

And Tanjiro, he felt it. The last spark.

Muzan was slowing. Weaker. Panicked.

He looked toward the cracks in the ceiling. A shaft of gold began to peek through the chaos "THE SUN!"

Sanemi's eyes widened. "He's retreating!"

"Don't let him!" Giyu shouted. "He'll vanish if we let up now!"

The slayers pushed through the hail of blades.

One by one—They reached for that final strike. Sanemi threw his entire soul into one final arc.

Their blades met. And Muzan, he split apart in the sun. His body convulsed, liquefying and burning, shrieking in a soundless roar.

The light consumed him. And then—Silence.

The Infinity Castle groaned one last time...And collapsed.

The next thing any of them felt was light. The smell of spring air, and the taste of freedom.

They had done it. Muzan Kibutsuji was dead.

But not everyone was standing. And not everyone would wake.