Demon Slayer

As Shadow Archer stepped forward, the familiar energy of his own world’s shadows shifted beneath him, pulsing with an unusual force. Before he could react, darkness enveloped him, pulling him through an uncharted rift. When he emerged, the air felt thicker, tinged with a faint scent of pine and smoke. The ancient forests and distant, hazy mountains of Taisho-era Japan surrounded him, and the silence felt charged, as if danger lurked nearby. Shadow’s hand instinctively reached for his bow, his senses heightened as he realized he had been transported to another world. Little did he know, he was now in the realm of the Demon Slayer Corps—a place where demons roamed the night, and warriors wielding Nichirin swords fought to protect humanity. Shadow adjusted to the quiet surroundings, his mind racing to assess the situation, and began his first steps into a land of demons and slayers, unsure of what awaited him in this strange new world. * The voice is ass, DO NOT PLAY THE VOICE*