"What on earth was this?"
Seimei's heart abruptly faltered as he watched the clear sky plunge into night.
Scrape—
The table legs scraped against the floor with an ear-piercing sound. The documents in his hands fell unnoticed onto the desk and floor, but he, usually so graceful in everything he did, remained utterly oblivious to his loss of composure!
Driven by urgency, he finally hauled his heavy body to the pavilion window and looked outside, bracing himself against the suddenly raging wind.
At that moment, immense black clouds covered all of Kyoto, and golden lightning roamed freely through them like soaring dragons and slithering snakes.
Perhaps ordinary people would merely think a tremendous downpour was coming and hurry home amid the rumbling thunder to gather the clothes they had hung outside.
But those with powerful spiritual senses knew perfectly well that this was no ordinary storm!
This was a true display of divine might, with heaven's punishment poised to descend.
Vast power from heaven and earth was gathering above the clouds!
Once the instigator's guilt was firmly established, that terrifying, world-destroying power would pour down!!
"What exactly happened?"
The quiet words slipped involuntarily from Seimei's lips.
The sinner was not in Kyoto, but somewhere to its north.
And there seemed to be a fissure there leading to the Netherworld.
Even the stray remnants of its power have already reached Kyoto.
Is some powerful, unclean being trying to escape from the realm of the dead?
He pondered this inwardly.
His surroundings suddenly grew chaotic as well, with noises rising from every direction: crying babies, running residents, raging wind and thunder, and spiritual practitioners hastily gathering...
Clop, clop, clop...
The sound of a galloping horse suddenly caught Seimei's attention, and he instinctively looked toward its source.
A young man with white hair