Tenseiga pulsed thunderously at his waist, and the sensation he had felt the instant he slew Ryūkotsusei flooded his body again.
In the instant before he was sealed within the spatial rift, Sesshomaru suddenly realized that although Ame-no-Wakahiko belonged to the God Clan, he was a former god-a dead god. Tenseiga, which possessed the power of another world, could inflict unparalleled damage on him. As Sesshomaru realized this, a merciless chill flashed through his fierce demonic eyes.
By the time he drew his sword, the other space had swallowed Sesshomaru completely. As the rift closed, he saw the girl finally open her eyes and look toward him. Then the rift vanished altogether, leaving only the divine arrow Ame-no-Wakahiko had loosed still pursuing him relentlessly.
Eager to protect its master, Tenseiga had already raised a barrier of its own accord, sheltering Sesshomaru safely within it. Yet the divine arrow shot toward the dog demon without hesitation. Its sharp tip pierced Tenseiga's barrier, but its power was canceled out in the process. Expressionless, Sesshomaru extended his claws and brutally crushed the arrow, leaving deep furrows in his palm.
In the boundless darkness, loneliness knew no years.
After the brief peace of his arrival, countless dangers followed one after another: demons, evil spirits, and the most dangerous of all, demonic aura vortexes.
As Sesshomaru roamed among them, his hands had become stained with the blood of more demons than he could count.
The dog demon's stern face seemed utterly indifferent, but the ice within his heart grew colder and harder.
One year, five years, ten years...
Within the Ancient Tomb, cut off from the world, there was no alternation of sun and moon, no shifting of dawn and dusk. Even the flow of time seemed to have stopped.
Han knelt quietly within