Izanagi couldn't believe this turn of events.
He was somehow being threatened by the very same woman who a few millennia ago wouldn't even lift her head up without his permission.
Now she was this belligerent whorish vixen slinging nonsense about being rehabilitated from her murderous ways.
It was all a great big joke to unfunny to laugh or cry at.
"Now, if you'll excuse me…"
Izanami turned around and started walking back toward Gandora after declaring her freedom and intent to live quietly and happily with her new family.
And Izanagi, for reasons he could not explain, was going to allow her to go free.
Perhaps he just didn't want to have to look at her any longer.
But there was a moment when Izanami paused and turned around to face Amaterasu.
The current look on her face was not a smug expression or an aggressive glare. Rather, it was a warm, soft look that could only come from a woman who was at total peace with herself. And with her life.
