Night belonged to the monsters.
That was common knowledge among the people of the Land of Reeds.
Humans and monsters divided each day equally between them.
It was best not to encroach on each other's time.
That was how it should have been.
But it was impossible to draw a clear line and keep the two from overlapping at all.
Especially during war.
Human wars required vast numbers of people, and their hours of activity grew longer.
Humans encroached on the nighttime.
Likewise, the deaths of large numbers of humans gave the monsters more nourishment.
Monsters could be encountered even during the day.
This was undoubtedly a particularly chaotic period.
Humans might not have known, but the monsters all knew one thing—human souls could not enter Yomi. The monsters also had no idea why.
The monsters did not know the exact reason either.
For some Onmyoji, this was a good thing, too.
For certain Onmyoji, it was good news too.
The power contained in vast numbers of souls could nourish those special things.
The more humans died, the stronger the monsters became, and Onmyoji who had fallen into darkness were happy to see this happen too.
The war between the eastern and western nations for power and profit would be a massive gamble.
Lords from all sides placed their bets.
The relationship between humans and monsters, meanwhile, directly concerned their survival.
The night was too terrifying.
The humans all hid in their homes.
And a little monster with two horns, a blue face, and protruding fangs was hiding in an empty house too.
He held his head and trembled.
The night was too terrifying for him.
It had never been this dangerous before.
Screeeech.
A piercing, grating sound came from outside.
At the sound, the little monster shuddered all over,