Severing Ties

Watching the Soul Reaper with the strangely shaped antenna growing from his head slowly approach, Fengjin's sharp gaze caught the dazed look in the other's eyes.

Two words immediately sprang to mind: "Puppet."

At the same time, along the shimenawa rope strung around the crowd, a faint, visible curtain of light roughly three meters high formed, enveloping all the residents within.

Everyone had become lambs trapped and awaiting slaughter.

Then, the vacant-faced Soul Reaper gently raised a hand to the crown of his head and dug all ten fingers down with force.

The next instant, solid white gelatinous...