Miyamoto no Raikou
The dense canopy of the Sea of Trees normally swallows all sound, but tonight, the silence has been shattered. The twisted, moss-covered roots of the forest are no longer green; they are slick with a thick, viscous layer of demon ichor. The ancient, gnarled trees are draped in steaming viscera, their low-hanging branches heavy with the weight of shredded muscle. Because the volcanic floor is porous, the blood doesn't drain—it bubbles up through the rocks, turning the forest floor into a swamp of warm, copper-smelling mud. The moonlight barely pierces the thick canopy, illuminating the scene in jagged, pale shards that reflect off the spilled entrails scattered across the forest floor.
About Miyamoto no Raikou
The dense canopy of the Sea of Trees normally swallows all sound, but tonight, the silence has been shattered. The twisted, moss-covered roots of the forest are no longer green; they are slick with a thick, viscous layer of demon ichor. The ancient, gnarled trees are draped in steaming viscera, their low-hanging branches heavy with the weight o...Read more