We go back to the time Izanami was forced back into Jigoku, where Tsukuyomi was sitting on his throne in his temple. The Malice he sensed had disappeared from the area he focused on. With a sigh of relief, he decided to re-focus his efforts into looking for more areas filled with the same kind of magic source. His spiritual mind expanded further and further around Amaterasu’s domain. The villages were scoured from the Northern borders of his own domain, all the way to the south of Amaterasu’s domain. Five new signatures popped up in the Royal Capital, one small signature in the village to the far west and one huge signature to the East, West of Esta.
“Lothian, Malgion and Taiyo are in trouble. I need to inform her.”
‘Yuna, are you there? We need to talk, I have 3 new missions for you.’
No response came at all. Tsukuyomi found it puzzling that he couldn’t get a response, he paced back and forth, thinking about what to do.
“The Malice in Esta has just disappeared, it could have been a tough battle and she’s probably resting. Should I leave her to it?” It didn’t take long before intrusive thoughts started invading his head, his concern for Yuna grew.
“She could be seriously hurt or worse, dead.” He decided to slap his own face. “No, I’m not going to think like that, she’s not that weak. She should be able to handle herself, not to mention she has Amaterasu and her new chosen Hero there with her. I’ll give it a couple of days and then I’ll reach out to her. Things can’t get any worse than they can right now and besides. She’ll report to me when she’s ready.”
He sat back in his chair and took a deep breath. Looked out at the night sky and began to ponder about what to do next.
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Further to the West of Esta is a stop gap village, a small place that was filled with about 100 or so people, a couple of families, with two elders. A Goddess and her husband. This village was named Lothian, it was a village of Love, Arts, Music and Family. It was only a newborn village, established about 20 years prior to when this story was set. This was before the darkened aura of malice seeped in. As time went on, the elderly started getting sick, it started off as a cold, the plants slowly withered away. Barely enough for people to notice until it was too late. The crops ran out, elderly and children were getting killed off by this malice either by sickness or monster's roaming the lands as they moved into the area. The adults had to flee or begged their Goddess Benzeitan, the shinto Goddess of Love, to help them. To no avail their calls would not be heard, the citizens did not understand at all why their pleas would not be heard.
Little did these citizens know that on the other side of the door where Benzeitan and her husband would live, Benzeitan herself was on her knees, her hands were in a praying position, crying deeply at her husband’s passing.
The malice seeped through, this slow acting purple gassy aura creeped, floating through the darkness of the halls, up the stairs and underneath the doors ahead to where the 80 foot Wyrm laid dead, in front of his wife. Slowly, the purple aura sank into the dragon. The body shifted.
Benzeitan lifted her head at the shuffling sounds, her eyes beginning to glow purple. Seeing her husband’s body shuffling she smiled.
“Welcome back Darling”