Night fell.
Over Tokyo's skyline, a mass of dark clouds obscured the moonlight.
Inside the shrine during the dark night, one could occasionally sense an aura of deadly seriousness.
The surrounding military forces were on high alert.
They didn't know who their enemy was, but they were aware that this enemy could very likely claim their lives.
Therefore, they were fully focused on protecting their own lives.
The occasional harsh caw of crows emanating from the woods added an eerie atmosphere to the night.
Not a single person could be seen inside the shrine, which had lost its former cleanliness.
On the ground of a courtyard within the shrine, numerous black rectangular cases were laid out.
From inside them, one could occasionally catch a whiff of gunpowder.
And on a mid-slope outside of the shrine stood several figures with grim expressions.
"It should be about time," said the man at the forefront calmly.
This man...
was Xiao Chen.
