Millions of troops lined up on the vast plains, their blood flowing into the earth like streams, with strong awe and incomparable piety. Their shouts and drums intertwined to form an ancient symphony, accompanying Izanami's steps as she emerged from the seal.
The seal of the barrier began to tremble under the sacrifice of blood, just like the morning mist gradually dissipating in the sunlight. Suddenly, a strong light burst out from the barrier, lighting up the entire sky. That was Izanami, with a strong and resolute beautiful and evil attitude, she arrived.
Her body shape is like wind, water, and fire. Her face is cold and majestic, with an indescribable charm. Her eyes are like deep lakes that attract all eyes. And her figure was like lightning in the night sky, dazzling and full of power. Her fingers are slender and powerful, like carved works of art, but they contain enough power to destroy everything.
As she came, the air seemed to become hotter. The scenery around her also seemed to be boiled, everything became blurred and distorted. This powerful force instills a deep fear and awe in all living things.
This is Izanami, a powerful and mysterious being. Her arrival heralds an upcoming storm. Facing such a storm, both humans and gods will feel extremely insignificant in front of her power.
That was Izanami, a being who was once bound in a mysterious barrier. Now she finally broke the seal and came in her unique posture. Her beauty and evil coexist like a dark abyss with an enchanting light that confuses and frightens people at the same time.
Her eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, bright and deep, emitting cold light. There was a cruel smile on her face, one that showed ridicule and contempt for all life. Her long hair was like the abyss of night, as black as ink, fluttering in the wind.
Her figure is graceful and noble, with an indescribable grace. She was wearing a gorgeous crimson dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind as if it were burning with fire. Her fingers were slender and slender, like carefully carved works of art, and her fingertips shone with a dark light.
With the arrival of Izanami, a powerful force was released from her body, a force that could destroy everything. Her existence is like a storm in the night, sweeping everything fiercely, making all life tremble in the face of this power.
Izanami's consciousness began to slowly wake up. Her heart seemed to be swallowed by an endless abyss, leaving no trace. Suddenly, a powerful force surged out from deep within her, as hot as lava and as violent as a whirlwind. Her consciousness was lifted up by this force and floated to the distant real world.
She opened her eyes and saw a crazy scene. People turned on each other around her, friends and foes alike, becoming the targets of their frantic attacks. Their faces were distorted, their eyes flashed with ferocious light, and they roared like wild beasts, without any sense at all.
Izanami felt a panic. She tried to stand up, but found that she was unable to resist this crazy force. She could only watch it all happen, unable to take any action. Her heart was filled with pain and helplessness, a despair she had never experienced before.
Yet, amid all the chaos, she didn't give up. She began to concentrate, trying to use her consciousness to influence everything. She began to contend with that crazy power, using her mind to communicate with those lost in the darkness.
Her calling began to cause small changes. The men's attacks became slow and clumsy, and a trace of confusion and hesitation began to flash in their eyes. This is a good start, and Izanami firmly believes that as long as she doesn't give up, she will be able to find a solution to this madness.
Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the crowd, freezing everyone's movements in place. Izanami was surprised to see her shadow appearing in the light. That was the rebirth of her consciousness, giving her new power.
She realized that this was her chance. She concentrated all her strength and launched a final charge against that crazy force. A torrent of consciousness erupted in her mind, rolling like a huge wave, sucking everything into it.
There is an evil beauty that blooms in everyone's heart like a poppy, and that is Izanami. She is not a god, nor a demon, nor a human being. She is a phenomenon, an existence that is ready to emerge.
She takes pleasure in human strife and killing each other. She was wearing a gauze skirt as thin as cicada wings, and countless war scenes were painted on the skirt. Those scenes full of blood and violence were like a kind of praise to death. There was a cold light shining in her eyes, which seemed to dry out all sympathy and pity.
There was a sneer on her lips as people killed each other in front of her. It was a see-through sneer, a mockery of life and death. She looked at the people who were killing each other for power, wealth and belief, as if they were enjoying a wonderful drama.
There is no distinction between good and evil in her heart, only strong and weak. In her view, human struggle and killing are just meaningless battles, the resistance of the weak against the strong, and the mockery of the fool against the wise. She sat leisurely on the high stand, admiring this human farce.
However, in this seemingly meaningless killing, Izanami discovered a unique charm. That's human nature - greed, fear, hatred and ambition. These qualities were laid bare before her eyes, allowing her to see the myriad sides of human nature.
Although Izanami's actions and thoughts are evil, her existence reveals the darker side of the human heart. Those desires and impulses that were once hidden and repressed were released under her gaze. That's her beauty - she lets us see the true face of human nature.
Her eyes shone with a cold light, like a frozen lake in the cold winter. She saw humanity's wars, their pain and despair. She saw their greed and selfishness, but also their courage and sacrifice. All of this unfolded before her eyes, like a vivid picture.
Izanami smiled softly, and her laughter cut the air like a cold blade. She watched people killing each other, but thought it was a beautiful sight. Her heart was filled with indifference and sneer, for she saw the true nature of mankind and believed that this was their destiny.
