Once the Sky Temple was no longer under threat of collapsing, Masanori assessed the damage. Half of the domed ceiling was caved in, and the altar, as well as the four statues dedicated to the spirits, had been destroyed. Many flags depicting the ancient Ishoki clans had been burned or knocked over, and chairs were broken and littered the floor.
It was such a shame for the careful preparations for the Path ceremony to go to waste, but at least the food would still be eaten by the inhabitants of Nightcastle, just not with the same fanfare. The other two youths who chose their Paths looked wearily upon Ichika, whose gaze swung around when Aora lifted her chin in Masanori’s direction.
Ichika’s focus narrowed in on Masanori. He went to approach, glad that she was safe, only to receive a fir
