Breathing still exists.
But consciousness is far from clear.
The shrapnel lodged in his body feels like a ticking clock counting down to death.
Even the lead Onmyoji with open eyes is no exception.
He surveys the devastation around him, whispering softly.
"The era has changed, the era has changed."
While muttering, blood drips from his mouth.
The lead Onmyoji's eyes have lost nearly all their light.
Though the advent of 'gunpowder' ended their reign, their power remains—such 'power' gives them a trace of confidence, or perhaps arrogance.
Most Onmyoji share this blend of confidence and arrogance.
This lead Onmyoji is no exception.
But at this moment.
It seems he has only now realized that this so-called confidence and arrogance is merely a veil of shame.
A veil for a fallen era.
And now?
The last veil has been torn away.
Shredded to pieces.
Torn apart along with his faith and soul.
