A land of void, not of Tokoyo, nor of the Present World.
Tsuchimikado Taifuku conducted the final ritual alone outside the sacrificial tower.
Having finished everything, he slowly straightened the creases on his clothes, trying to stand upright, then proceeded to push open the door of the tower and walk inside.
"Only the final step remains."
Inside the pavilion, blood flowed everywhere, sticky as if still warm.
The old patriarch slowly ascended to the second floor, entering the room where the Ama-no-Kagami was once enshrined.
The stench of blood was overwhelming, and the corpses of his clan had piled up like a mountain.
Tsuchimikado Taifuku saw his own children lying in the pool of blood, they too were here...
It was only expected.
The old patriarch couldn't let his gaze linger on his children. In the end, he only directed his eyes to the blood-stained blade of the straight sword on the ground.
A blinding white, drenched in blood.
