From the shadows of the shattered domain, someone emerged. He was a follower of Susanoo. He had been hiding underground with the others, those too weak to join the battle.
Moments later, about fifty more cautiously stepped out, following his lead once they saw it was safe.
What met their eyes struck them with a mix of grief and fury.
The domain — their home for countless years — was in ruins. The cherry trees, once vibrant and majestic, now lay withered and fallen. The grand palace, once a towering symbol of Susanoo's divine might, was reduced to rubble and ash.
And more than anything... They could no longer feel his presence.
"Our master is... dead," whispered one follower, her voice trembling, her eyes wide in disbelief. She stood frozen, unable to accept that the god she revered—who had seemed untouchable—was truly dead.
The others felt the same. The absence of Susanoo's divine aura, once a constant in their world, was now an overwhelming void.
