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It was a day like any other in Japan.
But in an instant, everything changed.
"Someone" stepped out of a Heavenly Domain.
Someone higher than the Gods who confined themselves within such realms.
By containing her power within her vessel, she appeared as a mere mortal, yet she wielded cataclysmic destructive force.
Her Aura unfurled across the skies and beyond, invisible to most, yet ever-present, shifting constantly like an ocean of clear, chromatic colors.
"...What the hell is this?"
The Den of the Werewolves stirred. The Five Claw Generals emerged in stunned awe as they sensed the overwhelming power.
"What's going on? Oi? Huh?"
Even their Boss, the Alpha of the pack, the strongest Werewolf in this world, a god-like figure who had lived centuries as a Yakuza boss, savoring booze and devouring demons, felt the presence.
"Dad? What's wrong?"
