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The battlefield froze.
Not because the gods obeyed the girl's cry—
But because the Mirror of Shadows had awoken.
The black cathedral pulsed like a heart newly beating. From its gates, a low hum spread across the forest, rippling through stone, tree, and flesh alike. The hymn that Airi had sung was no longer just sound—it had become law.
Kurogami's sword halted an inch from Akuro's spear. Both gods stiffened as the unseen weight of the mirror's call pressed against them.
Airi stumbled forward, clutching her chest. She didn't understand why, but the song inside her blood still echoed—like it wasn't finished.
"Kurogami," she gasped, "the mirror… it's calling you."
But when he turned, his coal-fire eyes weren't on the mirror. They were on her.
The Mirror Awakens
The cathedral groaned open fully, its obsidian gates wide as the sky. Inside, the Mirror of Shadows gleamed—not silver, not glass, but liquid night. Its surface rippled with faces—thousands, millions—each a soul caught between what they were and what they pretended to be.
Akuro smirked.
"So, it stirs again. How poetic. The world shall see itself… and fall to despair."
He stepped toward it, but the flames of the palace lashed out, barring his way. The Black Flame did not reject Kurogami. It rejected his brother.
"Kurogami," Akuro hissed, voice sharp as glass, "you think to wield it? You think the world will survive seeing its truth? No. They will beg for my light when your shadows consume them."
Kurogami said nothing. His wings folded back, and his fire dimmed. He looked older, heavier, as if the centuries of exile had finally caught him.
Airi reached for him. "Then why awaken it? Why let me sing?"
He lowered his gaze. "Because judgment requires a witness."
The Shattered Hymn
The ground shook again. This time, it wasn't from the gods' power—but from something beneath the cathedral.
Chains.
Colossal, rusted, half-buried chains burst from the floor of molten stone. They wrapped around the base of the mirror, rattling, dragging it downward—as though something beneath the earth still sought to keep it sealed.
Airi's heart skipped. "Another prison…?"
Kurogami's fire flickered. "No. Not prison." His eyes narrowed. "A tomb."
Akuro laughed, the sound echoing like broken bells.
"Yes, brother. Tell her. Tell her what the mirror really is. Tell her whose soul sleeps inside it."
The mirror rippled violently. Faces dissolved, replaced by a single form.
A woman.
Her hair was pale as snow. Her robes were soaked in blood. Her lips were moving—singing the same hymn Airi had sung.
Airi's breath caught.
"She… she looks like me."
Revelation
Kurogami's voice trembled for the first time.
"She is you. Or rather… what you were, long ago. The Onmyōji who sealed me. Your soul has walked the circle of rebirth, carrying the hymn from life to life. And now, at last, you've returned to finish it."
Airi staggered back.
"No. That's not possible."
Akuro stepped forward, spear humming with holy fire. His smile was cruel.
"Oh, but it is. Little priestess, you've never been savior or bystander. You were always the lock… and the key. Without you, neither of us can claim the mirror."
The mirror's surface flared, and Airi felt her chest burn as if something inside her was breaking apart. She clutched her heart, falling to her knees.
Kurogami turned, black fire swirling violently.
"Akuro. Stay away from her."
But Akuro only laughed harder.
"Then fight me again, brother. Fight me, and watch her soul unravel."
Airi's Choice
Through the pain, Airi forced her eyes open. The mirror pulsed. The chains rattled. The song rose again in her blood, begging to be sung.
She realized the truth.
The mirror didn't just show what one was. It decided. It was judgment itself.
And she—reborn descendant, priestess, witness—was the one who would determine whether it revealed truth or illusion.
Her voice shook, but she began to sing.
The hymn was no longer the same as before. This one was sharper, deeper, layered with all the voices of her past selves. It rose above the fire and light, weaving through the gods' weapons, cracking the very sky.
Kurogami and Akuro both froze, forced to their knees as the mirror flared white-hot.
The last line left her lips.
The Mirror of Shadows shattered.
⚔️ To Be Continued...
Chapter Eight: The Soul That Burns Twice
The shards did not fall.
Instead, they hovered—thousands of pieces of shadow-glass circling like a storm around the battlefield. Each shard reflected a different truth: Airi as a child, Airi as the priestess of a forgotten age, Kurogami enthroned in black flame, Akuro blazing in false light.
The sky itself seemed to fracture.
Airi collapsed to her hands, trembling. Her throat burned raw from the hymn, but something inside her refused to stop. A second voice—older, steadier—echoed from her chest.
Her ancestor.
The first singer.
The one who had sealed Kurogami a thousand years ago.
"Do not fear the shattering. Truth is never whole."
The God Unveiled
Kurogami rose to his feet. The shards of the mirror clung to his wings and horns, embedding into his flesh. The black fire surged, but it was no longer flame—it was memory given form. Every oath, every betrayal, every prayer whispered to the abyss became his armor.
Where once he had been a god of shadows, now he was both shadow and mirror—truth incarnate.
Akuro snarled, thrusting his spear skyward.
"You dare take it for yourself?"
But his light faltered. For the shards had rejected him. They reflected not his divinity, but his corruption—his hunger for worship, his empire of chains. Each reflection tore at him, peeling away the perfect mask he wore. His radiance flickered, revealing scars burned deep into his being.
"You are not light," Kurogami said, his voice echoing with countless tongues. "You are a cage made bright."
Airi Between Gods
The storm of shards swirled faster, cutting the ground like blades. Airi shielded her face, her body trembling from the hymn still burning through her veins. She knew if she sang again, it might tear her soul apart completely.
But without her, the shards would consume everything—forest, temple, even the world beyond.
Kurogami extended his hand toward her.
"Lend me your voice once more."
Akuro extended his hand as well.
"Or lend it to me—and end his shadow forever."
Her heart raced. Two gods. Two truths. Two chains pulling at her soul.
And deep inside, the voice of her ancestor whispered again.
"Child, the hymn is not theirs. It is yours. Choose not between gods—but between futures."
The Third Path
Airi stood, blood dripping from her nose, eyes burning with both fear and defiance. She did not take either hand.
Instead, she pressed her palms together.
The hymn changed.
It was no longer binding, no longer sealing. It was release. A song not of gods, but of humans—fragile, flawed, yet enduring.
The shards slowed. Then, like a thousand falling stars, they sank into the earth, embedding into the soil, the rivers, the trees. The Mirror of Shadows was no longer a weapon or prison. It had become the world itself.
Akuro staggered back, horror twisting his face.
"What have you done…?"
Airi's voice cracked, but she smiled through the blood.
"I gave the world the right to judge itself."
Kurogami lowered his hand, watching her with unreadable fire. For the first time since his awakening, the abyss looked uncertain.
The Brother's Wrath
Akuro screamed. The false light around him flared violently, burning away the forest. His body twisted, veins of radiance splitting open as if the truth itself was tearing him apart.
"No! You cannot take this from me! Mortals are weak—they need my light! They need my chains!"
He drove his spear into the ground, splitting it open. From the wound in the earth rose figures of shining glass—armored soldiers, faceless angels forged from his corrupted divinity.
The First War of Gods had begun anew.
And Airi, her body failing, whispered to Kurogami:
"Will you protect… the world I chose?"
His coal-fire eyes burned brighter.
"Yes. Even if it means burning it clean."
He spread his wings, fire and shadow twisting into storm.
And as Akuro's glass legion marched forward, the Abyss King strode into war.
⚔️ To Be Continued...