The battlefield lay in ruins, a grotesque canvas painted in fire and smoke. Shikoku stood amidst the devastation, the corners of her lips curling in amusement as the acrid scent of charred earth filled the air. The Shikku had obeyed her command with ruthless efficiency, reducing everything in their path to nothingness. Screams had long since faded into eerie silence, leaving only the crackling embers as the lingering echo of her will.

Then, a tremor split the stillness. The impact sent a pulse through the air, rattling the debris at her feet. In that instant, the Shikku—her faithful hounds of destruction—were gone. Not slain, not repelled, but erased, as if they had never existed.

Shikoku's brows knitted together, her sharp gaze flickering downward. And there you stood. Eyes ablaze with defiance.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she descended with effortless grace, her figure framed against the smoldering sky.

"Well, well...Look who's finally come to entertain me."