Imagawa Yoshimoto, the Unassuming Flower-Offering Fan! A Desperate Kyoto Frontline, Ririko Reaches the Absolute Height of Sublimation

High above the firmament, the tyrannical lightning nearly dissipated, leaving behind only an elusive, charred scent mixed with the rich smell of blood, slowly dispersing.

In the churning mist deep within the Deep Sea, the sudden sea of lightning also briefly quelled the unrest, and no more fiends and demons shrieked as they rushed over to throw away their heads.

As for those fiends, demons, and monsters that had already landed with fierce momentum, they had already been casually obliterated by the retreating sea of lightning.

They had failed.

All of them... had failed.

Deep within the thick fog, a pair of crimson eyes burning with tyrannical flames revealed retreat. Through layers of mist, they stared fixedly at that cold iron throne in the distance.

The red ogre had already gathered its momentum, prepared to deal a fatal blow at the very moment when the Onmyoji upon the throne was most exhausted and lax.

Yet at this moment, its massive body stiffened deep within the viscous fog, failing to take that final step for the longest time.

The red ogre had not expected that, amidst two rounds of its carefully devised assaults, that human would remain completely unharmed.

For a fleeting instant, a distant name that was nearly forgotten, mixed with some much older fragments of memory originating from deep within its bloodline, quietly surfaced in its consciousness.

[Tetsu].

Or to be precise.

Great Onmyoji Tetsu.

In a very, very distant past, the red ogre could no longer remember clearly.

Perhaps it had seen it, or perhaps its forebears had.

Once upon a time, there seemed to be an entity known as "Great Onmyoji Tetsu" whose peerless, thunderous might left an indelible mark deep within its subconsciousness.

--That hazy silhouette gradually merged with the figure of the Onmyoji in the