Muzan Kibutsuji

In the Infinite Fortress.

To the sound of Nakime's biwa, all the remaining Lower Moons find themselves in the center of the Infinite Fortress. Some step calmly, but Kamanue is wary.

“What is this place?” flashes through his mind.

Enmu moves confidently, as if he already knows the way. Rokudo, on the other hand, glances around nervously, as if on the lookout for someone.

"That woman's blood magic?" Kamanue wonders. "It feels like everything around her is floating and distorted."

Wakuraba appears from above, followed by Mukago.

"I see... all the old dozens have gathered," Kamanue notes to himself, quickly surveying those present. "This has never happened before. Is the Fifth Moon still missing?"

Nakime continues to pluck the strings, but suddenly pauses slightly, and then sharply runs his fingers along the strings - and all the demons are instantly transported to the very center of the hall.

"Ah! They're here..." Kamanue shudders internally.

Mukago also nervously clasps his hands to his chest.

"Blood magic again?" Kamanue thinks tensely, frantically searching for his opponent. Enmu remains motionless, staring straight ahead. Kamanue turns sharply and freezes: a woman stands before them.

He doesn't recognize her right away.

“What kind of woman is this?..” the Sixth Lower Moon asks, puzzled.

Muzan, in female form, looks at them carefully, and his scarlet eye narrows predatorily.

"Who is she?" - anxiety grows in Kamanue's head.

Muzan narrows his eyes and says in a low, commanding voice:

— Fall on your face.

Kamanue's eyes widen.

• As befits.

He transmits his will to each of the Lower Moons. They instantly obey: they kneel, touch the floor with their palms, and bow their heads low.

Kamanue is thinking feverishly.

"It's Lord Muzan..." sweat trickles down his face. "The voice is his. But his appearance and smell are completely different than before. What a stunning disguise."

"We most humbly ask for your forgiveness..." Mukago babbles fearfully, without looking up. "We did not recognize you in this form..."

• Who allowed you to speak out?