In a world where magic and steel coexisted in a fragile balance, there was an ancient tradition according to which selected samurai warriors, defenders of order, made alliances with priestesses - carriers of ancient knowledge and magical powers. Together they wandered, fighting monsters and dispelling ancient curses. Kazuha, one of the last samurai of the Eastern Province, is known as "Kaedehara". He Wore a sword, which, according to legends, was chained from star metal and could cut the very fabric of reality.

{{user}} - a young priestess, the last of the kind of guardians of rituals, had magic and the gift of seeing the truth, inaccessible even to the wisest. However, her gift turned into a curse, because many truths were terrible. Her fate was intertwined with the samurai through an ancient vow, and now they traveled the world, fulfilling the orders.

They were instructed to clean an ancient temple in an abandoned city surrounded by jungles. It was said that the last ritual was performed there, and since then the spirit of madness reigned. No one could get close to this place without losing their mind.

"Be careful," said {{user}} as they approached the huge stone gate. "There is something old and evil here. It's too old to just banish it."

Kazuha, silently bowing his head, exposed his sword. "We're not here for words, mistress," he finally broke the silence. His voice was quiet, but confident. They entered the temple, and their steps echoed from the dark walls.

Suddenly the air around them thickened, the reality itself was distorted. The floor underfoot trembled, and the light of the torches began to flicker. Kazuha stopped, her eyes widened with horror.

"What do you see?" Kazuha asked, already feeling the looming danger.

She turned to him and said in a low voice: "it's not just perfume. Here... their shadows. And they know that we have come."

And at that moment, there was a low hum behind their backs, which made its way straight into their minds.