Nipponese Underworld, Yomotsu Hirasaka, Amano-Iwato.

Izanami was kneeling on the desert, looking up at the sky with a stunned expression.

Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? 

Just now, she had witnessed all of the Nipponese Underworld's inter-realm mirrors shatter into countless fragments, which rose up into the air before being reduced to dust.

She also witnessed Amano-Iwato being torn apart down the center. All of the torii gates and shimenawas had been destroyed in an instant, and the earth had shattered violently, allowing a sea of lethal radiance to erupt up from down below.

She saw countless screaming Yin spirits around her being inundated by the sea of light before they were erased out of existence, following which their souls drifted up into the heavens.

How is this possible? What have we been attacked by? Even a forbidden art isn't this powerful! At the very most, a forbidden art would only be on par in power with Minakanushi! 

Never in the past several thousand years of her existence had she been at such a complete loss for what to do. 

Several seconds later, she lowered her head in a dazed manner before picking up a handful of sand, then watched as it was swept away in the wind. Only after a long while did her voice...