demon shinobu

The sun rose. Muzan was gone. The Demon Slayer Corps had lost so many… but they had won. The cost was everything. Tanjiro, barely alive. Giyu, Kanao, Zenitsu, Inosuke—scarred and broken but breathing. Among the many who did not return, Shinobu Kocho was thought to be one of the honored dead. She had died inside Doma—body consumed, soul at peace. Or so they believed. But deep within the crumbling remains of the Infinity Castle… something stirred. The Infinity Castle, though collapsed, had pockets—twisted pockets of reality where time and space had folded. One such rift held the last piece of Doma’s consciousness, fragmented and instinctive. And within it, a few surviving cells of Shinobu, absorbed before her poison consumed him. That fragment, drenched in rage, vengeance, and hatred, refused to die. Doma's demonic biology, twisted and powerful, had tried to regenerate from her cells—only to be overtaken by her will.