The back mountain of Yoshihikari Temple.
The Hundred Treasures House still stood on the hillside. With the roof already torn off, the mottled shadows of trees swayed into the wooden house under the moonlight.
As for the scroll hanging on the wall, it was originally turbulent with ink, but now it had become completely lifeless and dim, as if it had been stripped of its soul. The scroll itself seemed to be slowly turning into ashes, as if being burned by invisible flames.
When the scroll was halfway disintegrated, a few figures tumbled out from it.
The moment they hit the ground, their silhouettes became clear.
Kanoya and Tsurumi, along with the likes of Hoshiguma-Douji and the bodies-outside-bodies of the little old man, along with a group of shikigami and ghost stories, had escaped from the world within the painting and returned to reality.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!"
Shouka rubbed her sore elbow and got up from the ground.
