The master of Clan cloudburst nodded his head.
“Revenge,” said the other two masters in turn.
“I can grant you revenge. But there is a price.”
The Ninja Masters watched as their kinsmen were slaughtered by a thing that would not die.
“There is no price too high,” they said.
“Then sleep,” said the forest Yokai, and they did so, their bodies becoming as immaterial as the wind.
Time moved on, passing them by. The forest changed. It drank of the blood and feasted on the bones of the dead. The world shifted as the Ninja slumbered in a dreamless void.
When they woke, the forest was gone. A strange and bright world shivered around them. They shielded their eyes in the glow of more light than produced by the sun itself. The sky was black. It was night, and yet the city glowed like fire.
“What is this place?”
The retreated to a dark alley to gain their bearings. Fear burned in their chests. Their head swam with images and sounds. Their bodies ached from centuries spent in a void.
To be continued…