There was another soul within her, slowly coming to life. She did not even need to close her eyes to sense that coldness, like a rat grinding its teeth right in front of her.
A dead person.
Another soul.
Hoshino stroked the Fenghuang Down at the tip of her hair and looked at those pitch-black pupils with no whites. She could not help but smile. Her instincts told her that her greatest trouble might finally be resolved.
She closed her eyes and checked. Jizo Mitama still needed two more days before it could appear as a boss.
Sorry, wondrous dead one who had slumbered for ages. You had died so many times already, so surely you would not mind truly dying once, right?
Fenghuang Down activated, and waves of vermilion light radiated from around her.
The barrier was utterly useless and was passed through directly. Fenghuang Down's attack acted directly upon the mind; nothing in the material world could stop it.
Cough, cough.
What should she say?
She could not think clearly. Better construct the setting first.
Crimson and black intertwined. Cliffs crisscrossed the land, while Hoshino stood high above the heavens, the master of this dream.
"Awaken."
Hoshino's voice echoed like something from antiquity across the wasteland. It was a direct tremor of the soul, as though Terra's will had taken form and was establishing a connection with that person.
Well, if Black Fu Hua had not given her [Patient Guidance], she would not have been able to wield Fenghuang Down so effortlessly. Trying to fool a monster like the Witch King, an immortal who had lived through such vast spans of time, would have been utter nonsense.
"Awaken!"
She repeated herself. At that moment, Hoshino's majesty rose over the crimson earth. The towering cliffs and lofty sky were