She hovered, her toes lightly touching the ground, her fluttering garments giving her an air of majestic elegance. In a brief moment, her thoughts shifted countless times. After weighing the pros and cons, she withdrew her finger. The demonic power at her fingertip shattered, transforming into points of light that merged back into her golden eyes.
Fujiwara Reya withdrew the Ame-no-Murakumo, letting out a silent sigh of relief.
Tamamo-mae settled back down at the dressing table, crossing her long legs. The icy coldness on her face subsided somewhat as she asked, "How did you find this place?"
Fujiwara Reya gave a wry smile, "There's a world war going on outside. Even if I were a pig, I'd know you're about to break free."
"What is your purpose in seeking me out?" Tamamo-mae watched her quietly, her exquisite features as alluring and dangerous as a poppy flower.
