In front of the now eerily black Bird House, the figure that suddenly appeared stood silently.
The newcomer was draped in resplendent hunting garments, the pure white base interwoven with dark gold patterns. The foul wind surging from behind the black Bird House stirred his robes, the intricate embroidered runes writhing and tumbling in the wind like living creatures.
Kamiyagawa was only a few lengths away from this ominous figure, yet felt as if an endless abyss separated them. The face of the other was shrouded in an impenetrable mist, indistinct and unclear, with only a pair of hollow black eyes piercing through the haze.
Those eyes bore no hostility, no mockery, not even a complete consciousness, only an unfathomable, solidified chaos.
"Ashiya Dōman?"
"Ah..."
The raspy response rose arduously from the depths of an unfathomable abyss.
