The celestial mountain of Takamagahara rose like a pillar of light through the heavens, its slopes covered in grass that smelled of cherry blossoms and eternal spring. Clouds drifted around its peaks like silk scarves, carrying the distant sound of divine music and the soft chiming of celestial bells.
Five figures emerged from a shimmering portal that tore reality like shredded silk, their arrival sending ripples of power across the realm. Shihan moved with the fluid grace of a master warrior, her every step perfectly balanced despite the ethereal nature of the ground beneath her feet. Izanagi's ancient form radiated the authority of creation itself, his presence causing the air to thrum with primordial energy.
