"Spring woods are filled with charming flowers, spring birds carry their sorrowful tunes. Spring breeze has such compassion, it brushes a part my drifting robes…"
As dawn approaches, a young girl sings this song, stepping in the last moonlight, leaving the human world, following the torn crevice of the underworld, going back into the silent underworld. Just when she returns to this silent realm, her sweet tuneful singing suddenly comes to a stop.
"Sister!"
Looking at the tall woman by the Soul Cleansing Spring, her shoulder armor adorned with an elegant pitch-black phoenix bird preening its feathers, the young girl's lithe figure freezes, like a fine wax sculpture.
"You're back, did you have a good time in the human world?"
The woman in armor turns around, her phoenix eyes and red lips complimenting her high nose bridge, her features as sharp as a sword, no hint of feminine delicacy, an overwhelming heroic aura.
