Come to think of it, it wasn't just Raiden Mei's appearance that had changed. The katana in her hand was also exceptionally gorgeous and noble.
It wasn't because of the sword's shape. Unlike those strange five-star katanas loaded with special effects, its nobility and splendor lay in the patterns etched upon it.
The hilt and scabbard of this katana bore noble, mysterious golden patterns and even inscriptions. It gave off the impression of a magnificent blade that only ancient royalty had the right to wield.
This katana also perfectly matched the golden ornament at Raiden Mei's waist, making it obvious at a glance that this was her exclusive treasured sword.
Only Raiden Mei was worthy of wielding such a noble and magnificent weapon.
Katana in hand, Raiden Mei arrived at the torii gate entrance. The moment she crossed the torii—the boundary said in Far Eastern legends to separate the mortal realm from the divine realm—she discovered that everything before her had changed.
She appeared atop a massive floating platform. At its center stood an enormous statue of a winged female deity.
Before the statue stood a similarly purple-haired woman, her back to Raiden Mei as she stood there with regal poise.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the noble, aloof woman's back, Raiden Mei asked with a trace of confusion. Why was there a woman like this inside her mental space?
"You've come, my counterpart from another world."
The purple-haired woman turned around, and only then did Raiden Mei see her face clearly.
She was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her long purple hair cascaded naturally down her back, while her exquisite features resembled a peony bud waiting to bloom—beautiful without being seductive, dazzling without being vulgar. Her tall figure was slender without losing any of its beauty. She was a