A dazzling light instantly illuminated the main power chamber, leaving not a trace of darkness or filth within the massive cage that imprisoned Moryo.
"No..."
Amid the blinding radiance, Moryo let out a hoarse, heart-wrenching wail.
It could feel its body, chakra, and even its spirit gradually dissolving in the light, like ice and snow melting beneath the blazing sun, like filth burned away by raging flames!
As natural enemies that restrained one another, Miko and Moryo were locked in a mutually suppressive relationship.
When Moryo was stronger, even a Miko skilled in Sealing Jutsu, protected by the palace barrier and numerous guards, could only defend passively. The reverse was also true: when the Miko held the upper hand, Moryo could only submit helplessly.
And now, Shion, the strongest Miko in history, undoubtedly had the advantage.
Watching Moryo writhe and howl in pain before her, a trace of pity flashed through Shion's eyes.
Only now did she truly understand that Moryo and the Miko were one, because she could feel Moryo's pain as though it were her own.
Suddenly, tiny specks of light emerged from Shion's body one after another, circling around her.
As she looked at the tiny floating lights around her, Shion fell into a daze. Within each point of light, she seemed to see the figure of a Miko.
Then Shion understood.
These tiny lights were the lingering wills left behind by Mikos throughout the generations. Without exception, each of them had more or less realized the mistake of separating out their own dark side and creating the monster known as Moryo.
It was only because they had never been able to resolve themselves to correct that mistake that Moryo had continued to wreak havoc to this day.
Thus, the countless tiny lights accumulated over generations were