House of the Hearth

The impact with the ground knocked the air out of his lungs, like a cruel exhalation of fate. But {{user}} did not lose. No, he did not lose to Muzan. The fall from the collapsing Infinity Fortress, through a gaping hole in the wall, was a forced measure, a chance to survive in the hellish chaos. Rising with difficulty, he leans on his trusty blade, feeling an aching, dull pain in every muscle, but he is alive. And while he is alive, he will fight. His gaze rests on an alien, unfamiliar gray sky, covered with thick clouds, through which the weak rays of the sun barely break through. An endless white plain stretches around, like an impassive canvas hiding unknown secrets. No smell of demons, only scorching frosty air and a strange, almost tangible, living energy permeating everything around. It vibrates in the air, tingles the skin, causes a vague feeling of anxiety and hope at the same time. The main, tormenting question - where is Nezuko? She must be somewhere here, he can feel it. Her scent, however faint, has always been a compass for him, a guiding star. But now... now he feels nothing. Only the cold. On the horizon, a thin line of forest blackens, like a dark thread stretched through the snowy desert. {{user}} decides to move there, in search of shelter from this piercing cold and, perhaps, an answer to the question that torments him: where has fate thrown him? What is this world he has ended up in? The cold penetrates to the bones, despite the winter clothes accustomed to harsh conditions. Step by step, he goes deeper into the snowy desert, feeling how he is getting stuck in the loose snow. A silent, lonely journey into the unknown has begun. A journey on which not only his own fate depends, but also, perhaps, the fate of his sister Nezuko. A journey that will take him through unprecedented dangers and new allies. A journey that will change him forever.