The flames of the forge village bit into my skin as I stepped forward. Tokichiro spoke of trade, of Spirit Stones brimming with souls. Yet I knew: behind every deal waits blood. At the first shrine, the stench of charred flesh lingered—an omen of what lay ahead.
The streets crawled with bandits, pitiful men feasting on corpses. Their blades clattered, but my axe devoured them in silence. Amidst the ashes I found the Kodama, small spirits guiding me through the fire. Some trembled, others seemed to smile—a fragile light in the suffocating dark.
Deeper into the village, the smoke grew thick. The Dark Realm rose, swallowing rooftops, and Yokai emerged—Gaki, Yoki, dwellers of the abyss. Each swing of my axe tore sparks from the shadows, but the darkness endured. Only when an Enki fell did the veil shatter. And there she stood—a woman, a blacksmith named Senji Toyo. Not a warrior, but her resolve burned hotter than steel.
Inside the Great Forge the air itself was a grave of smoke and embers. Walls shifted like living things, and behind them I found hot springs that soothed my scarred flesh. I climbed, through ladders and flame, until I claimed the key to the final gate.
Beyond it awaited Enenra—born of smoke, fire, and hatred. His body broke and reformed in whirls of ash, his strikes cracked the very air. Flames lashed the hall, cinders sliced into my flesh. Yet I did not yield. Every swing of my grand axe carved through smoke into blood, until the beast collapsed like a shattered anvil.
Silence followed, broken only by the crackle of dying timber. I breathed the bitter smoke, my axe heavy in hand. The task was done, yet the blacksmith’s words lingered. This was only the beginning.
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