As the sun was about to set, in front of the mountain shrine, a young miko dressed in white clothes and a red skirt was sweeping the surroundings with a broom.
Her face, devoid of emotion, appeared eternally unperturbed in the glow of the sunset.
After a simple cleaning, the young miko began to burn the gathered fallen leaves. As the sky grew darker and the flames started to rise, it seemed to reconcile the dimness to some extent.
The young miko hugged her knees and sat before the fire, all was silent.
Could she just stay like this forever? The thought surged in the young miko's heart.
She began to flip open an ancient text... something left behind during the day by a demi-demon whose strength was not remarkable, yet clamored to become the most powerful monster.
