Full moon.

Road.

Scar.

Throne.

And, the lingering, foggy.

Presented in front of Kazama Yangyu, like an oil painting, spread out at the end of this ancient castle, spread out under this blood-colored sky, is such a world.

Vast, and desolate.

With a hint of mystery, and weirdness.

And the mysterious end is undoubtedly the one that perseveres on the cliff at the end of the winding mountain road......

Throne.

Huge, crimson throne.

It seems to be bleeding at any moment, the Scarlet Throne.

Quiet, majestic, yet transparent, a touch of so rich that it can't be dissolved, deep.

The blood-colored sky, as if from another world, was strange and distant.

In a short time, a dark shadow passed through the full moon and disappeared.

Leaving only the bright light, all generously, sprinkled on the earth, sprinkled into those silver eyes.

Kazama raised his feathers, stared blankly, looked at the full moon, looked at the cliff, looked at the throne, looked at the ...... Everything in front of your eyes.

For a moment, he lost his words.

I felt it, I felt it, that calling, that almost seductive, calling.

That's why he's really here.

In the depths of this castle.

On the throne that seemed to be dripping with blood.

There, something, quietly awaited him.

With a strange feeling of blood connection.

Looking up, I glanced at the long and slender mountain road.

The side cliff that seemed to have been cut straight by a huge axe, and the gray mist that hovered on both sides of the side cliff.

It is said to be fog and smoke, but it is more like a sea of clouds, slowly rolling and surging.

Ancient, mysterious, it seems to hide something, a secret that has been buried here since time immemorial.

People can't help it, so they want to go to the side, lean down, and find out.

So, I walked over and Kazama raised his feathers.

In this way, slowly, step by step, I walked to the slender, winding mountain road.

Although there is no railing, although, as long as you jump lightly, you can lose your bones.

However, after all, it is several meters wide, so if you walk carefully in the middle, you should be fine...... Probably...... If you don't count the parts that suddenly slide down on their own......

"Bump!"

There was a crunch.

A figure, after a few jumps quickly, continuously, finally landed in a slightly embarrassed way, no...... Knocked on, on the hard ground.

Looking back, the faintly visible fragments of the road, as if they had fallen, fell rapidly, towards the vast mist.

A little, a little.

Finally, it finally disappeared into the depths of the sea of clouds.

Without a hint of reverberation.

Instead, the slender mountain road is separated by the vast mist.

When I looked up, the road I came from was as far away as the other side.

Gasping for breath, Kazama raised his feathers and slowly withdrew his gaze.

Get up quickly, take a long breath, and move forward.

Stride with a meteor.

The so-called torture is not because of its pain, but because of its length.

Therefore, Kazama chose to solve this trip as quickly as possible.

However, fate is like this, when you want to escape the judgment you should have received, it will always return that judgment to you in a more chic manner.

So, Kazama received it.

It's a judgment that you can feel just by looking at it.

Sharp thorns.

Blood.

Claws.

Bucktooth.

The moment I looked back, what Kazama saw, what Kazama felt, was such a judgment, with fear and pain.

Sharp crosses, one after the other, densely packed like privates, lined up on both sides of the mountain path.

All the way down the winding mountain path to the top of the cliff, to the throne, like a lonely peak.

And as if to be judged, the whole person was pierced to the top of the cross, one by one...... Man-wolf?!

Yes, the man-wolf, the ancient being that should have disappeared with the human, ghost, and blood bats.

It's just that this ancient, and now, has really appeared in front of him.

Moreover, it is the second time.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly understood, understood, the stack of bones piled up in the cage, their true owners......

The silver eyes widened suddenly, and Kazama raised his feathers, and he took a few steps forward quickly, until he came to the ferocious, hideous head.

Then, slowly, he stretched out his hand and touched it towards the fangs.

"Roar!"

A sudden roar, as if it were, with all the unwillingness and anger.

In an instant, it burst out.

Accompanied by a whistling black shadow.

Kazama jumped backwards violently, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden alarm suddenly appeared behind him, forcing him to fall down quickly.

Fall down there, the mountain path.

I was cut a few cuts by the rough rock.

For a time, blood flowed.

However, there will always be one or two times a month for bleeding or something, and only life is worth paying attention to.

Kazama didn't even look at the wound, but quickly rolled over and rolled over.

When I raised my eyes, there were pairs of blue eyes, like ghost fire, swaying and jumping.

On the cross, the pair of claws that had been drooping down seemed to suddenly come back to life, dancing wildly with that low roar.

No...... Didn't you come back to life...... Rather, from the very beginning, it hasn't been dead yet?!

What was nailed here, that was pierced through the blood-drenched cross, was not a corpse from beginning to end...... Rather, alive, human wolves!

I don't know where it is, and I don't know what kind of resentment it is, but it is like this, piercing the other party on the cross.

Let the blood flow, let the life fade.

Let that resentment wander alone, and finally, turn into a ghost and return with a roar!

Kazama raised his feathers, fiercely, and shivered.

Look up and stop looking at them.

But those vicious cheeks were burned dead in his mind, lingering...... Unlike the bones in the cage, they are all living beings......

Is it a summoning ritual for the first time in a thousand years? Or is it just the revival of some evil sacrifice?

Either way, there's no need to guess, right......

Because the answer, it's there.

It's in the eyes of Kazama.

There, as if soaked in blood, the throne.

Contrary to the slowness at the beginning, the silver figure turned into a gust of wind in an instant.

Towards the top of the steep mountain, rush forward.

One, two, three, four, five......

Each cross represents a werewolf.

Every bloodshot represents a living life.

Every time I roared, it was that, a voice, unwilling to complain about nothing.

With anger, with despair, with all the resentment and malice.

Wandering, wandering.

It has been lingering to the ears of Kazama Rising Feather.

He couldn't help it and turned his head away.

The grinning expression of the teeth seemed to be about to swallow Kazama's feather alive.

No...... Maybe it's the behavior they are more willing to do first......

It's a pity that there is no chance anymore, because their lives are over.

Although it still remains, it is nothing more than resentment.

Death will come, the moment their blood dries up.

And all the blood, like sacrificial food, flowed slowly.

A little, a little.

Coiled, meandering.

Flowing to there, the Scarlet Throne.

Finally, arrived.

Finally, it touched.

The great blood-colored throne, the broad staircase that stretched upwards under the throne.

Slowly retracting the palm that touched the steps, the fingertips still remaining, the strange temperature that was so cold that it was eerie.

Looking up, the corners of Kazama's mouth showed a cheerful smile.

It's like a gambler, quietly waiting for the cards to flip at the moment when he finally puts his chips down.

So, it began to flip.

That whole throne.

The steps, which began to bulge, the handrails, began to collapse.

Even the backrest, which stood tall like a stone monument, began to slowly descend.

It's like a huge machine, suddenly running.

And above the machine, standing on the bottom steps of the Scarlet Throne, was the young man, still smiling.

When everything is irrevocable, even if you need to face death in front of you, in fact, you have nothing to fear.

For fear is useless.

All the mysteries, all the truths, will be revealed at that moment.

This moment will finally come.

In, at this moment, at this moment.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

Then, there was silence.

In the deathly silence, only the clear sound of footsteps, as if whispering, lingered gently.

With the flickering firelight on both sides of the hall.

deduces a deeper tranquility.

Kazama raised his feather, and just like that, he slowly walked towards the main hall that suddenly appeared in front of him.

All the way, to the heart of it.

That side, huge, in front of the stele.

The one, heavy, before the coffin.

The same pitch black, the same quaint, but with a diametrically opposite atmosphere.

Holy and majestic, quiet and evil.

The stone tablet and the coffin, just like that, horizontally and vertically, were fixed in front of Kazama Yangyu.

It is also fixed in the center of the circle.

The huge magic circle that flowed like a stream, enveloping the entire hall.

The crimson blood flowed slowly, as if it was some kind of invisible life, pulsating gently.

Fiercely, swallowing his saliva, Kazama slowly took a step.

Step into it, the black stele.

There, on the pitch-black tablet, there were strange runes, flickering slightly, glowing, faintly golden.

Huge, complex, quaint, and mysterious.

Like breathing, like sighing.

But with a strange magic power, Kazama Yangyu couldn't help but walk forward.

A little, a little.

At that moment, Kazama Yangyu finally understood, it was like blood, calling.

That feeling, that familiarity, like ...... The majesty of the dragon?!

Yes, the same golden glow in the body, from the breath of that ancient creature.

Holy, and majestic.

Slowly, he stretched out his hand, his fingertips, and gently poked out.

To that, golden runes.

It's like a key, stuck in the keyhole.

Then, went in.

In a moment of golden light.

In a moment when the blood mist filled.

The dazzling light, like a sharp blade, pierced into Kazama's mind.

He couldn't help it, and stumbled on top of the black, coffin.

Accompanied, there was a sudden "squeak" sound.

It's like, something, suddenly, has been removed.

With, a hint, disgusting, bloody......

In an instant, jump.

Then, turn around.

And then...... It's sluggish.

See, Kazama Raise the feather, see.

The countless human ghost blood bats, like a flock of crows scattered, poured out of the black coffin.

Accompanied, a thick blood mist.

All the way, poured in, to the other end of the huge coffin.

Gather slowly.

Outlined, a vague figure.

At that moment, Kazama raised his feathers and suddenly thought of a creature, a creature that existed only in legends......

Bloodsucker.