Chapitre 264: Izanami-no-Mikoto

Izanami stood alone, her form a solitary silhouette against the ship's luminescent railings. 

She leaned against the edge of the ship, her eyes tracing the cosmic horizon as if seeking answers in its blurred lines of color and shadow. 

The Hermes was tearing through the fabric of reality itself, and this unreality reflected in her large, enigmatic eyes—a kaleidoscope of shifting landscapes and swirling hues. 

Yet her eye, as wide as it was, seemed to contain entire galaxies of untold stories and stifled emotions.

'Father... what would you think if you saw me now?' 

She pondered, her heart a cyclone of conflicting sentiments.

'The Mikoto Clan…,' she mused, 

Her eyes became even more enigmatic as they seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space. 

A pang of longing twisted within her. 

Memories—flickering and intermittent—surged like an unbidden tide.