Jōmitsu Ren, the immortal guardian, looked at the being he had called forth, his face a mask of pleading desperation. "I need your help," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of her power.
The fire god turned her gaze back to Bombom, looking him up and down with a dismissive, almost amused expression. "Really?" she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. "You are scared of that... cute thing?" She let out a long, weary sigh, a plume of black smoke escaping her lips. "Fine. I will help you. This will be over quickly."
Kenjiro's blood ran cold. He was right. This wasn't one of his shadows. This was a real, summoned deity, and she was looking at him like he was an insect to be squashed. He had to figure out a way to defeat her, to survive this impossible fight. But how? How could a mortal possibly fight a god?
