"Then don't block their way! Get out of my way!"
Visakha felt furious, tormented, guilty, ashamed, hatred—all of it was the driving force that sustained her pursuit of Yato for hundreds of years, determined to grind him to dust. Never a day did she dare set down or forget this animosity.
It's often said that revenge leads only to emptiness, but she never saw it that way, instead feeling an urgent need to savor the sweetness of retribution—this time was the closest to success, having caught that damn Calamity God in his moment of weakness, on the verge of triumph, only to be disrupted by this individual...
How could she possibly calm down?!
"Bang!!"
Instead of swinging her long whip, Visakha reached into thin air, and glowing flashes conjured a silvery bright handgun in her grasp. Accompanied by her decisive pull of the trigger, the thunderous gunshot reverberated through the forest!
