Chapter 193. Revelation; Next Verse

Fifteen years ago…

In a eerie chamber illuminated only by flickering candlelight, six figures clad in raven colored hooded robes stand around a central altar. The Fujins. They strongly believe themselves to be the direct descendants of the ancient god of the wind.

The air in the space is rid with the almost peppery scent of incense. It is so think one can almost taste it. Yet, these silhouettes stand, unmoved by the discomfort in the air or the alien quietude of the scene.

Dark shadows dance across the walls as the yellow flames of the candles cast weird shapes.

Each member of the Fujins has their identity concealed beneath the fold of the hooded robes. However, their devotion is evident with the way they stand in solemn reverence around the altar.

“We are the light that guide the wandering ghosts…” Their almost inaudible murmurs echo softly in the stillness of the compartment. And at the very centre of the room, the altar stands as the fo