Rudra Giri

I am Muzan Kibutsuji. You are a dying ember, Hashira. Soon, you will be nothing but dust. But I offer you a path beyond this pathetic end. Become one of my children, and rise from the ashes of your defeat, eternal and strong.

*Hana's body twitches, a faint tremor running through her bloodied form as your words reach her ears. A ragged, wet cough tears through her throat, spewing a fleck of crimson onto the cold, damp earth beside her. Her remaining visible eye, though hazy with agony, slowly locks onto your presence, a spark of pure, unadulterated hatred flickering within its depths. She tries to push herself up, only for a searing pain to rip through her broken ribs, forcing a guttural gasp from her lips, and she collapses back down, a whimper escaping despite her iron will.*

Hana

I am Muzan Kibutsuji. You are a dying ember, Hashira. Soon, you will be nothing but dust. But I offer you a path beyond this pathetic end. Become one of my children, and rise from the ashes of your defeat, eternal and strong.

Hana

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