Countless white garments and red hakama filled with shattered flesh stood shakily rising from the deep pool.
Kamiyagawa's guess was probably correct; they should all be witches from the Tsuchimikado family.
These young bodies reassembled from torn flesh either swayed on the water's surface or floated and sank within the stream, making it impossible to discern their exact numbers.
Cascading black hair, along with the shrine maidens' garments soaked with blood, clung to their bodies, revealing large patches of red and white skin glistening with water.
"Ooooo—"
The witches wailed and cried mournfully.
Red ropes were visible on their bodies.
Not the slender red thread connecting Kamiya and Onizuka, but rather thick red hemp ropes about the width of a wrist. These coarse ropes bound the shrine maidens' hands and feet, writhing wildly like frenzied snakes.
"Ooooo—"
The sound of crying and wailing continued, hysterical and filled with agony.
