Woo!
Woo woo!
As the Sword Bearer softly murmured, an endless storm erupted from his long sword, creating a chilling howling sound that hovered above the temple.
The next moment, it turned into a whirlwind resembling a tornado.
This whirlwind rose into the sky and countless sharp winds spun ceaselessly within, instantly sweeping up tiny pebbles and debris from the ground, grinding them into dust.
Three meters!
Four meters!
Five meters!
The tornado continued to grow.
After reaching ten meters, it finally ceased.
Then... the tornado was 'lifted' up.
That's right!
It was 'lifted'!
When the Sword Bearer held the sword hilt high over his head, the 'tornado' was picked up.
Looking at the ten-meter-long tornado, the female detective and the wandering Onmyoji were both visibly shocked.
The female detective wasn't seeing the power of the Mystical Side for the first time.
Yet, every time, it left her terrified.
The projections before, the illusions as such.
