The kawama named Ootoriko pushed the rest of the swirling clouds out of the way with enormous stone hands. Once the space was big enough, she stepped through. Sky-sized black wings rose behind her, then flapped to steady her descent.
Masanori, at last, came up to his feet. “Did she steal Kiyomizu’s power on purpose or by accident? Is she a kami? Why does she look like stone?”
The questions tumbled from his mouth unhindered. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the creature floating from the sky, wary of what direction this encounter would take. Ootoriko’s stone-cold eyes pinned Masanori in place, whether she was focused on him or not.
“i can still hear his screaming…” Ootoriko’s voice was like a sorrowful song, soft and breathy, unfitting her enormous, intimidating size. “it rings in
