Fifty Years Is Too Long, We Seize the Day

During the battle between Yoshitaka's group and the samurai, the once magnificent Daimyo Estate had long since fallen into ruin. But at this moment, whether samurai or demons, everyone saw the shattered walls and rubble around them shrouded in an impenetrable black mist. Visibility was limited to only a few meters. It was as if they had entered some kind of domain, as though they had stepped into another world. There were no insect calls, no breathing, no enemies—only the endless sound of rain and their own heartbeats.