Inugami bit fiercely into Ibaraki's left shoulder, sharp teeth piercing the skin, pouring Crimson Rot Poison into the flesh.
Ssshh!
The white cloak was torn open by Mary's Chopper, creating a huge gash, crimson blood spreading across the fabric.
After all, Ibaraki-dōji is a Rank A demon god, the notorious Ghost of Rashomon.
This level of attack was mere flesh wounds to her.
But it shouldn't be like this!
She was only facing a few Arajin, how did she get injured right at the start of the encounter?
"Aw!"
At the moment Mary's Chopper struck, Inugami loosened his bite.
Under the impact of the powerful blade, Ibaraki-dōji was smashed forward sideways, falling into a tangled mess of black lines in the inn, like a ball of yarn.
Logically, she should have hit the ground soon.
But the feeling of weightlessness continued to engulf Ibaraki.
Falling, falling.
In her vision, the black lines twisted grotesquely around, like a living, absurd landscape painting.
