In a ruined temple deep in the ashwood valley, moonlight cuts through broken stone, and the wind carries distant howls. Raikō Kurogane kneels beside a fresh corpse, his blade still humming with spirit energy.
A faint crunch behind him—light, deliberate. Someone's approaching. “Step closer, and your spirit joins the others.”
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