Chapter 381 - Akane (4) (1/2)
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Woosh!
The vibrating thrum was accompanied by a rushing sound of the wind. This wind was bitingly cold. A piercing chill flowed through everyone's spines as they shivered lightly.
Akane's clothes fluttered about wildly. Her eyes remained closed, as if the disturbances of the world held no effect on her. The others held solemn expressions that tinted their faces darkly. Their gazes respectful and filled with an ardent belief rarely seen by many outside of religious circles.
”Ancestors, I, your filial descendant, call upon your strength. I beseech you to lend me your magnanimity!” Her words started to feel airy and distant, like a ghost hauntingly calling a name in the distance. It was as if her voice was reaching to a distant otherworld.
Swoosh!
The wind picked up rapidly until a twisted formed rapidly around Akane. However, no one panicked as they continued their chants.
”I, a member of the Kitsune, ask you to build a bridge, so that we may pay our respects. Lend us your strength, so that we may seize the night!”
The twister gained strength and volume by the minute, inducing all sorts of changes beneath and heaven and earth. The moonlight that shone upon the village seemed to be drained by an unknown source. Before long, a darkness, cold yet familiar, swept about the village.
Woosh! Woosh! Woosh!
One by one, the lantern's light was vanquished. It started from the back of the village and made its way towards the front, but again, no one panicked as they were wrapped in perpetual darkness, their words continued to be chanted but with more power and force than before. The synchronized chanting became a singular whole as the voice of the elderly, the young, the women and men, seemed to harmonize perfectly.
The only distinguishing voice that could be heard was Akane's. The tornado had already reached tens of meters into the air and spun increasingly faster with each rotation.
The night seemed to have descended.
No, the night was seized.
”Ancestors!” Akane cried!
What came after that cry wasn't an astonishing display but an odd, eerie silence. The chanting seemed to have stopped, the tornado vanished, and the only thing that remained was the night which had been seized - a state of perpetual darkness.
Not a single person could see an inch from their face as all light had been stripped away from their eyes, and even their senses were prohibited, leaving them isolated from all existences. Night had been seized by each of them, giving them an experience of darkness in every sense of the word. They were alone, alone with just their thoughts and beliefs.
Yet, no one panicked. No one grew scared. To them, their ancestors were before them, and they were awaiting their words with the utmost respect.
Woo! Woo!
A light was birthed.
It was ignited before Akane in the form of her incense. It was burning brightly, endlessly, and with sufficient light that it seemed to be the light at the end of the tunnel. At the tip wasn't an ordinary burning experience, but a violet wisp of flame.
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
One at a time, the incense in the hands of the people was ignited and burned with endless light, allowing them to regain their senses.