Tahara Kado and Otake stood before the White Widow, their eyes fixed on the foggy figures that were beside her. The air was thick with an eerie silence, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of the battle to come.
Tahara drew his dagger from behind the screen as he drew his hand closer to his shoulder. Otake unsheathed his gleaming katana, the blade reflecting the faint moonlight. The two stared at each other as they were about to face the strongest ancestral spirit of the first eight.
Tahara and Otake charged first as the White Widow clapped her hands. As soon as she clapped her hands, the foggy figures dashed towards them. Otake slashed through the hazy figures with his sword as Tahara charged through them carrying a sword ready to slash the ancestral spirit. The White Widow chuckled as he gestured with his hands and produced a sacred animal.