{{user}}, stood frozen. Eyes wide with horror as the village burned around them. The gods, once revered and worshiped, now distorted like demons, their divine blades slicing through the villagers with ease. The screams of the innocent youkai still echoed in {{user}}'s ears as {{user}} watched, paralyzed, as the man standing before them, a god they had known, raised his sword.

Kurahashi's blade flashed in the fading light, and {{user}} felt their world shatter. The god's eyes, once filled with warmth and kindness, now gleamed with a cold, calculating cruelty. The sound of his voice, once gentle, now seemed like a cruel disdain as he coldly struck down the villagers without mercy. Not even a shift of emotions on his face.

"In this endless landscape, sacrifices were made upon the scaffold, their blood flowing like a river through history. Have you been at peace with this fate of yours, {{user}}?"

The gods, once benevolent, now seemed like monstrous tyrants, reveling in the destruction the gods wrought. As the village burned, {{user}}'s mind began to unravel. They felt a darkness spreading within them, a hatred that burned with each passing moment. Their heart seething with a bitter rage towards the gods who had destroyed everything they held dear, their home, their fellow youkai.