"Father... father... where are you?"
"Father... father... it hurts so much."
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty...!"
Suddenly!
A sinister light stirred above the valley, and that chilling call echoed through, accompanied by sounds that were neither crying nor laughing but eerily resonated.
A ghostly chill swept through as the wind howled, the sky gradually darkened, and the wailing of lost souls faded in and out, alongside sinister laughter and screams, as if transforming the valley into the Netherworld.
"Who... who is it?"
Miyamoto Mutten's complexion drastically changed; he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his body emanated overwhelming Spiritual Light. He firmly grasped the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword in his hand. However, his body trembled and his pupils constricted, for he saw a person, someone he wished he could tear into a thousand pieces—his nemesis.
In the void, ripples spread.
