He wanted to fight back, but his body was pinned down tightly, like an ordinary person unable to breathe underwater, unable to summon his demonic power.
Amaterasu's figure swiftly descended.
In the darkness, Fujiwara Reya vaguely sensed a golden light.
The pressure weighing around him slowly dissipated.
The people on the deck watched as the vast divine aura, devastating in its might, slowly dispelled Izanami's Yomi ghostly aura.
"Aunt Amaterasu..."
Fujiwara Reya's voice was somewhat weak.
"Don't speak." Amaterasu's hand hovered above his head, mending his injuries.
Fujiwara Reya's bleeding eyes slowly opened.
Opposite him, Izanami floated quietly, seemingly not intending to take the opportunity to deal a fatal blow.
