The sanctum that had been silent for who knew how long was suddenly filled with the aura of five beasts and one very angry human.
The pavilion spirit looked at the army that had invaded her most sacred space.
Moon gripped his sword with both hands, his left arm trembling but holding. He commanded Mirage, and his other beasts including his beast soul, through their connection, 'Continue to attack the spirit, but focus on being protected and looking for any sort of core.'
After issuing his command, Moon focused his full attention on the female spirit that wanted nothing but to kill him.
"I will give you an ultimatum. Either you surrender, or you die. I will not spare you. I will not show you mercy."
The pavilion spirit stared at him, her ice sword held before her, her pale eyes burning with a hatred that went beyond anything personal. This was existential. He had walked into her home, slaughtered her people, and was now standing in her sanctum issuing demands.
