The white clouds drift drunkenly across the sky, covering the earth.
The edge of a bright light appears on the cliff, with white morning mist floating among the dark pine trees, as if steam were flowing.
Fujiwara Reya's gaze looks down from the sky, the horizon gradually rising.
Upon entering the core area of the Nasu Plateau, countless volcanoes rise bizarrely from the ground, the peaks piercing the waves of cloud layers. In many cavernous stone houses of the mountain walls, stone-carved monks sit cross-legged.
Some have wrathful expressions, some appear compassionate, some have already merged with the mountains.
These are the magic artifacts used to suppress Tamamo-no-Mae.
But at this moment, the core area is filled with a violent aura, with volcanoes trembling in every direction and the air saturated with the scent of sulfur. In the intense vibrations, one stone-carved monk after another shatters.
