The room's temperature suddenly spiked, creating an atmosphere that was almost suffocating. The air around the altar became heavy, each breath feeling like swallowing embers, with a warm sensation creeping from her throat down to her chest. Nobuzan, drenched in blood, stood unsteadily in the center of the ancient glyph circle she had just activated. The glyph circled with intricate patterns, shimmering in shades of red and orange, as if flowing like lava eroding rock. "Kagutsuchi no Akatsuki"—the name of the ultimate fire magic of the Oda clan—echoed faintly from her lips, like a spell that split the boundary between life and death. As she uttered the incantation, fiery shapes swirled around her, glimmering with golden and crimson gradients. A chilling silence enveloped the space, as if time itself trembled with anticipation.
As her tone deepened, the light from the glyph reflected the shadows of ancestors with faces expressing hope and fear, as if witnessing Nobuzan's actions. Each of her fingers formed intricate mudras, where every precise movement drew trails of blood in the air, creating small sparks that sparkled like stars. These trails intertwined, forming the roots of ancient magic buried deep beneath the sanctuary. In the thick darkness, soft whispers echoed, as if reminding Nobuzan of the promises made by her forebears; the wind howled fiercely, pushing a cold breeze that contrasted with the searing heat of her magic. It felt as if energy hissed, dancing around her, creating a silvery wave accompanying every visualization of her magic. The impact of this magic was felt even against the walls, causing the surface to crack and tremble as if responding to Nobuzan's call for power. At the same time, she felt waves of energy flowing through her body, granting her strength but also tearing at part of her soul, creating a sensation of being pulled and burned simultaneously. The symbols within the glyph connected to a deeper meaning, where each element represented the secrets and powers of her ancestors, reaffirming the legacy that must be defended and reclaimed.
Nobuzan whispered softly, her voice a mix of pain and hatred:
"With the blood of my ancestors, with the wounds of my heritage, with the womb that rejects the world's curse...
Kagutsuchi no Akatsuki—The Fire of Dawn that Redeems Oda—rise and burn all the hatred that tramples my honor!"
As her last words slipped out, the rumble of thunder echoed at the horizon, as if nature itself responded to her call. The light emitted grew stronger, radiating a blazing orange-red hue, filling the space with a thick mystical atmosphere, creating a sacred ambiance mixed with a surging tension. This gradient of color seemed to move, vibrating in sync with Nobuzan's heartbeat, spreading around her like waves of heat. The atmosphere around her felt as if it vibrated, as if primordial energy swirled in a circle, weaving a balance between life and death.
The orange-red light burst from the palms of Nobuzan, forming serpents of fire that gently coiled around her body, then stretched towards the sky, each movement leaving behind sparkling embers. The ancient glyphs ignited on the floor, forming a spiral pattern with a smooth texture that shimmered as if made of crystal, dripping embers around the altar. The scent of burning iron mixed with the fragrance of wilting plum blossoms, symbols of life and death for the Oda clan. The rumble resonated through the air, raising the temperature, creating a scorching heat, as if the world acknowledged the awakened power. Each bead of sweat on Nobuzan's brow mingled with the sacred light, creating a mystical aura around her that made her soul tremble, feeling the surge of power flowing through her veins.
From the vortex of the glyph, a two-headed fire dragon emerged—"Ryu no Shakunetsu"—representing the two sides of Nobuzan: the mother and the queen, the sacrifice and the avenger. This dragon, with scales shimmering like eternal metal, displayed a blend of maroon and gold, gliding over the altar with graceful and mesmerizing movements, as if dancing in the air. Each breath it took brought waves of heat, distorting the air around it, making the atmosphere even more blazing. The dragon ignited the deepest chasms of Nobuzan's soul, lifting all memories filled with love and vengeance, each movement creating a resonance of deep emotions, as well as hope and pain that intertwined.
This fire did not burn like ordinary fire.
Every flare absorbed the pain, hatred, and betrayal that the Oda clan had ever experienced. Nobuzan's body seemed to become an altar, where all the clan's suffering converged and exploded as an unstoppable magic. With deep red and orange flames radiating, the fire sparkled with gradients reminiscent of flowing lava, swirling like a gust of wind, producing flashes that painted a dark picture of the Oda clan's history. Amidst the chaos, a soft voice echoed in her head, a whisper from her eternal ancestors: "Stand up, this is your legacy, this is your time." The radiating light intensified, burning away the darkness around her, as if shattering despair and replacing it with a blazing courage.
Eris Valcain—the leader of the Womb Breakers—leaped forward, her obsidian sword drawn with a dark light reflecting the sharpness of her weapon. The anti-fire glyph trembled in the air, forming a bright blue circle with a smooth texture that pulsed as if alive, radiating a protective aura felt as a cold wave against the skin. "Don't let her finish casting her spell! Attack now!" she shouted, her voice accompanied by a nervous tremor spreading among her troops. Three Womb Breakers attacked simultaneously, launching glyph spears towards Nobuzan. However, each spear that approached melted before touching her skin—the fire serpents of Kagutsuchi no Akatsuki devoured them, burning flesh with bursts of golden-yellow sparks that danced in fury, inscribing the names of the victims into the invisible stream of embers. In the midst of the profound silence, whispers from another world began to be heard, as if the spirits of the Oda clan observed from the shadows, igniting the fighting spirit within Nobuzan. In that moment, the air became hot and heavy, giving a pressing sensation in Nobuzan's chest, as if the winds of battle urged her to fight. Eris recited the destructive incantation with tense focus:
"Divine Bane—Erasure Glyph!"
The white glyph floated in the air, with a sharp triangular shape, vibrating softly like the sound of delicate music echoing. However, Nobuzan's fire surged—forming a spiral shield shimmering with emerald green and deep blue hues, swallowing the spell before reflecting it as a blood-red fireball towards the backline of Earth. Cries and screams erupted simultaneously, creating a wave of vibrations in the air. Amidst the chaos, it seemed as if the sky descended and merged with the elements on earth, creating a magnificent visual effect where colors clashed, creating an illusion of emptiness and resurrection.
The white glyph floated in the air, glowing softly with gradients of silver and faded blue, revealing a smooth texture like silk. However, Nobuzan's fire surged with bright red and bubbling orange, spiraling rapidly, swallowing the spell with a booming roar that shattered the silence. The fire reflected light, creating dancing shadows on the ground, before pushing back towards the backline of Earth as a blazing fireball, radiating heat that made the surrounding air tremble like an illusion. Cries and screams erupted simultaneously, as the cool air turned scorching, like a sudden change of seasons. Amidst the chaos, it seemed as if the sky descended and merged with the elements on earth, creating an atmosphere filled with mystery and wonder, where every second felt like a journey to another world.
Nobuzan advanced, her breath ragged, feeling the flow of magical power coursing through every vein in her body.
"This is—for all the mothers who have been hunted. For the womb that has been spat upon by the world."
She swung her hand dramatically, releasing the fire dragon "Ryu no Shakunetsu" resembling the silhouette of a flying dragon, glowing red with scales shimmering like jewels. The dragon charged at Eris, burning through the obsidian armor, creating flying sparks of ash, shattering the magical shield with an explosion of light. Each fragment from the attack left behind traces of hot energy evaporating in the air, reducing the opponent's body to black ash that tainted the ground. Fragments of pain and sacrifice echoed within Nobuzan, as if every flicker of flame was a reflection of the souls that had been taken. In that sacred moment, time felt suspended; a moment where the world merged with a higher power, as if prayers and incantations gathered to witness justice for those who had passed, each breath filled with burdens and hopes intertwined.
The remaining Womb Breakers retreated in fear, but there was no escape—Nobuzan's fire now formed a labyrinth swirling with tongues of bright red flames blending with gradients of orange and bright yellow, dancing with life, as if tempting anyone who dared to approach. The sound of fire echoed like a terrifying whisper, hunting them one by one, calling their names before ending their last breaths with more than just power; there was a sharp touch of vengeance. In the darkness, the rumble of nature blended with the glow of fire, seemingly adding weight to the fear, creating waves of scorching heat that thickened the air, as if every element of the universe was facing destruction.
Eris Valcain, in the final moments, looked at Nobuzan with fear:
"You're a monster... not human..."
Nobuzan—her gaze empty but her mouth smiling faintly:
"I am the womb of the world that cannot be burned away. I am your own hatred, and tonight, Oda does not bow to your fate." Each word she spoke was filled with magical vibrations flowing from the glowing glyphs in her hands, radiating a moss-green aura that moved gently like waves, interacting with the heat around her. In the chilling silence, she continued, "You are merely a shadow of a past that has long gone, haunted by the sins you have created." Meanwhile, the light combined with the vibrating sound created a haunting resonance in the air, providing a soul-stirring effect that felt deeply profound.
She closed her eyes, allowing the fire dragon to consume her enemies until the altar was left with only dust and her heavy breaths. As all of this passed, the surrounding temperature dropped drastically, as if the air temperature shrank and created a hot mist around. Among the floating ashes, the remnants of a sacred energy circle radiating bright blue light with patterns of shimmering stars still vibrated, marking the magical power that had previously been unleashed. This aura emphasized that this was a battle between life and death, between presence and non-existence, while the remaining energy presented a cool and vibrating sensation on the skin, hinting at the profound impact of this battle on the souls of all involved.
The fire slowly extinguished, bringing a cold nuance that instantly enveloped the altar. Nobuzan collapsed, her body no longer able to sustain the rage and magic flowing in maroon hues, with a yellowish glow resembling smoldering lava before it went out. As the dimness enveloped the altar, the bright blue light radiating from within the ashes vibrated, grading from bright blue to dark blue, creating a sparkling effect like stars falling from the sky. This light symbolized the souls of fallen warriors, united in the form of a smoothly rotating geometric circle, celebrating rebirth in silence. However, on the altar, no Womb Breakers stood anymore; only Nobuzan—and behind her, the name Oda once again ignited the world, carving a new chapter upon the ashes of enemies with layered glyphs vibrating in the air, radiating invisible waves of energy that could be felt on the skin and even in the mind. Their voices, though unheard, resonated in an eternal rhythm, whispering a tale that would never be forgotten, creating a resonant effect that shook the air and affected the surrounding temperature, as if the universe trembled with the memories buried in the ashes.