Days had passed since the massacre at Kaminari.
Sahiru walked under the morning sun, his presence wrapped in silence and shadow.
He no longer wore the bandage.
His eyes now told his story for him—
One violet, shimmering with memory.
One scarlet, burning with wrath.
At the Tokyo Corps headquarters, Kenta waited for his return.
When Sahiru entered, the room fell still. All the Slayers parted, a silent path forming for him. The very air around him seemed heavier now.
Kenta approached him, concern etched across his aged face.
"Sahiru… what happened to your eye?"
The young swordsman looked away slightly, his black conical hat casting a shadow over his gaze.
"I don't know."
He didn't lie.
Not completely.
The voice within had been quiet since that night.
The eye… it was born from something deeper than technique.
Deeper than breathing styles.
It was born of pain.
Kenta nodded solemnly.
"Whatever it is… just don't lose yourself."
Sahiru didn't answer. His silence was enough.
Elsewhere. In the Infinity Castle.
Nakime knelt before the great throne of Muzan Kibutsuji.
"My lord. Reports confirm—Eclipse Moons defeated. By a single Slayer."
The silence in the chamber was suffocating.
Muzan stood still, shadows dancing along his pale skin.
"One boy… has awakened an eye I have not seen in centuries."
Behind him, Kokushibo opened one eye slowly. Akaza remained quiet.
Douma chuckled softly but stopped the moment Muzan turned his gaze toward him.
"This Sahiru… is something beyond human," Muzan muttered.
He clenched his fist.
It trembled.
For the first time in hundreds of years…
Fear had found Muzan Kibutsuji.