The pitch-black sea surface suddenly split open with a giant crack, and the seawater flowed downward.
A woman slowly floated up from the seabed.
She resembled Amaterasu in appearance, but her aura was entirely different.
Amaterasu was holy, warm, and regal as the Great God; she was the evil, hateful, and destructive Lord of Yomi.
An uncontrollable fear suddenly surged in everyone's hearts.
Is that the enemy I will face in the future... Fujiwara Reya felt quite troubled.
The Mother God on the sea surface was dressed in a lavish red and white palace dress, with elegant wide sleeves and a gold crown on her head. Her looks were undoubtedly sacred and dignified, but the fierceness in her eyes somewhat lowered her aura.
"Mum—"
Brahmic chants descended.
A pair of wings unfolded from her back, lightly quivering.
