The Sage of Six Paths Appears

Night fell. Specks of fireflies shone like starlight along the Naka River. Meikyō sat cross-legged atop a rock, his eyes closed as he waited. He was waiting for two people. Though calling them people was not quite accurate. They should have counted as two ghosts. The countless fireflies moved without wind, gathering before Meikyō into two floating figures seated cross-legged in midair. "You finally showed yourselves." Meikyō opened his eyes and looked at the two spirits before him, both horned and dressed in white.