The blue smoke from the Shoutoku's Incense Burner in her hand suddenly intensified, and the pink Glock's hammer made a crisp cocking sound.
"Xiao Kui, let's deal with that big guy!"
...
Takamagahara Shrine.
"It has begun."
Kamiyagawa stood quietly in the Divine Hall. Feeling a sense of foreboding, a golden pattern of rules flashed and vanished deep within his pupils, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the barriers of space, reaching toward the current world shrouded in gloom.
He "saw" it.
Tokyo was burning, and the celebration of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons had already commenced.
But at this moment, he could not leave Takamagahara.
Counting the days in his heart, the deadline for the prophecy "a year later, the decisive battle with Ashiya Dōman" given by Satoru had arrived.
