Selina's pupils contracted sharply.
She instinctively dodged sideways. Blue flames exploded beneath her feet, launching her half a meter to the left like a stone from a slingshot.
The golden light grazed her shoulder and severed one of the blue glowing lines above her shoulder blade. Fragments of blue flame scattered in every direction like shattered fireflies.
The golden light stopped in the open field.
It was a woman.
She wore traditional Fusang clothing. Dark Kurenai maple leaves were embroidered across her plain white kimono, its wide sleeves and hem whipping in the night wind.
Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail that fell to her waist, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
Her face was sharply defined, her features refined yet hardened by years of struggle. A perfectly calm killing intent churned in her pale violet eyes, like deep water frozen for a thousand years.
She stood there with her right hand at her side. A slowly rotating mass of dark Kurenai light gathered in her palm, dense with Runes and Cursed Seals and radiating a chill utterly unlike the moonlight over the field.
Her gaze passed over Selina's shoulder and settled on Yongye's face. Then she spoke, her voice clear and steady as a blade drawn from its sheath.
“Yongye, President of the Eye Society.”
"I am Nōhime, emissary of the Takamagahara Divine Kingdom. I have come to visit you on the orders of the great goddess Amaterasu."
"Before we discuss business, allow me to show you my sincerity!"
Before Nōhime finished speaking, she vanished.
Her white kimono left a long afterimage in the moonlight, like a sheet of paper caught in the wind. She moved too fast for her path to be seen. Her right hand still hung at her side, but the dark Kurenai light