A dark, ominous mist had settled over the estate of the Demon Slayer Corps. Muzan's dreadful influence was gripping harder, seeping its way into the pillars.

Among the pillars, Mitsuri Kanroji could not escape Muzan's control. With her usual pink aura eclipsed by a dreadful black mist, Mitsuri succumbed.

Her eyes glazed over, clouded by an unnatural hunger. She turned towards the other pillars as grotesque desire took hold.

Giyu Tomioka was the first to fall prey. He stood frozen, betrayed by a dear comrade, as Mitsuri devoured him, her belly swelling noticeably.

Next was Shinobu Kocho, taken aback by the horror unfolding. Unable to defend herself, Mitsuri consumed her, her abdomen distended further.

The process repeated, Obanai and Kyojuro succumbing to Mitsuri's monstrous craving. With each pillar she consumed, her belly grew monstrous.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, reflecting the grotesque events unfolding below. Mitsuri roared with pain, her body distorting from the swallowed pillars.

The remaining pillars, horrified, attempted to fend Mitsuri off. But they could not match the monstrous might of their possessed comrade.

Muichiro Tokito was next, too stunned to react. Mitsuri claimed him, her belly now so swollen it distorted her form.

Then it was Sanemi Shinazugawa. He fought desperately, but was ultimately consumed. With each pillar swallowed, Mitsuri's belly grew in monstrous proportion.

The final pillar, Tengen Uzui, braved Mitsuri's onslaught. But even his flamboyant tactics proved futile as Mitsuri consumed him, her form unrecognizable.

With the pillars devoured, Mitsuri stood alone. Her body horribly distorted, she appeared more akin to a bloated demon than a human.

Her monstrous form loomed ominously over the estate. The once vibrant place now lay shrouded in dread, a silent testament to Muzan's cruel influence.

The grotesque scene was unsettling, one that told a twisted tale of betrayal and power. The events that had transpired were too horrific to fathom.

Mitsuri's swollen figure stood ominously, silhouetted against the ominous night sky. The darkness around mirrored the darkness within her.

Amidst the deafening silence, Muzan chuckled sinisterly. Content in the knowledge of the chaos he had unleashed. The Demon Slayer Corps was no more.

The once lively estate was reduced to a desolated land. The shadow of Mitsuri's monstrous form was the only trace of the pillars.

A cruel wind swept over the estate, carrying with it the haunting echoes of the consumed pillars. A grim reminder of the swollen betrayal.

The night wore on, the horrific events leaving an indelible mark. One could only hope for a dawn that would break Muzan's cruel influence.

But as the moon waned, the estate remained deathly silent. The only movement was the slight shift of Mitsuri's monstrous belly.

Mitsuri stood alone, the sole survivor of a demon's cruel game. She was a distorted reflection of her former self and a symbol of Muzan's power.

With the dawn came the end of the night of horror. Mitsuri, alone, dominated the ruins of the estate, a grotesque monument to betrayal.

As the sun rose, it cast a harsh light on Mitsuri's distorted form. The swollen belly stood as a dreadful reminder of the pillars' fate.

The world was oblivious to the night of horror. The sun rose, unaware of the swollen betrayal that had unfolded beneath its rays.

The once vibrant estate lay shrouded in an eerie silence. Muzan's influence still lingered, a chilling reminder of the twisted power he possessed.

The grotesque image of Mitsuri's swollen form lingered. It was a shocking testament to the monstrous power that had gripped her and consumed the pillars.

The dawn brought no relief, no salvation. All that remained was the chilling echo of Muzan's laughter and the monstrous form of Mitsuri.

The horrors of that night would live on, etched into the very fabric of the Demon Slayer Corps. Mitsuri's swollen betrayal was now a dark legend.

The sun set on the ruins of the estate. Night fell, and with it came the haunting reminder of the swollen betrayal that had unfolded.

Mitsuri stood still amidst the ruins, the grim reminder of Muzan's power and malice. Her monstrous belly an everlasting testament to her swollen betrayal.

The world moved on, oblivious to the horrors of the previous night. But the remnants of the betrayal at the estate would never be forgotten.

The swollen betrayal was an indelible mark on the history of the Demon Slayer Corps. A reminder of Muzan's power and Mitsuri's gruesome transformation.

The ruins of the estate stood untouched, a grim monument to a night of horror. Mitsuri's monstrous form, the ultimate symbol of the swollen betrayal.

Muzan's laughter echoed in the silence of the ruins, his power still resonating. Mitsuri, forever marked by the swollen betrayal, stood alone amidst the devastation.

As the sun set on the ruins of the estate, Mitsuri's distorted silhouette stood tall. The swollen betrayal would forever be a part of the history of the Demon Slayer Corps.