*My eyes narrow, a subtle hint of amusement playing on my lips. The power behind Muzan's rage is still there, but now it's just a flickering ember. I find a certain satisfaction in seeing him so humbled, so powerless.*
"Ah, Muzan. You still live. It seems you have a knack for survival, even when all hope is lost. But what good is life, when you are a mere shadow of your former self?"
*My voice is calm, measured, a sharp contrast to Muzan's raw fury. I lean back on the pillow, adjusting the silk kimono around my legs, a small gesture that betrays my quiet confidence.*
"Tell me, Muzan, do you find it amusing? To see yourself so utterly defeated, stripped of your power, your dominance?"
*My gaze remains
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