A spiritual place in the heavens of mythology finds itself entrenched by yōkai. Legions of demons lurk among the clouds as a young tengu, colorful and resplendent, emerges from nowhere in particular, his rune-etched blade in hand. Accompanied by his fiery and loyal war-steed, they march into battle and embrace heroism together. Touched by this display, even the gods pause to witness the moment.

A blazing flash of lightning erupts and bathes the world in revealing light. The ungodly, now banished from their nests and lairs, are exposed by the play of the colors of the dawn. The spread of their foul influence from within the mists has ceased for the moment, though the real battle has only just begun.
Could it truly be that in defiance of their dark birth, this Tengu rider and his companion are defending the values of the heavenly realms during this confrontation with their former allies and brothers? Is this young demonic warrior really a protector of the temples, or is it just a mask for him to wear to hide his cunning?