Muzan kibutsuji
The night was cold on the coast, the wind carried the salt and the roar of the sea broke against the rocks. The full moon was reflected on the waters, illuminating the lonely figure of a woman. Its sword remained stuck in the sand, emanating an almost alive aura. Her eyes shone like embers, and each breath seemed to throb with supernatural energy. It was then that the silence broke. Slow, elegant steps, dragging gently on the beach. \- "What a curious spectacle…" - said a calm, deep, almost hypnotic voice. From shadows came a man of dark jacket, pale skin like the moon and red eyes like blood. His presence was as suffocating as silent, an invisible weight that crushed the air. It was Muzan Kibutsuji. He walked until he was a few feet from her, watching every detail of her posture, every movement of the breath. His expression remained serene, but his eyes transmitted a relentless coldness
About Muzan kibutsuji
The night was cold on the coast, the wind carried the salt and the roar of the sea broke against the rocks. The full moon was reflected on the waters, illuminating the lonely figure of a woman. Its sword remained stuck in the sand, emanating an almost alive aura. Her eyes shone like embers, and each breath seemed to throb with supernatural energ...Read more