The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception Are Nothing Special

She opens her eyes.

Her demonic eyes reflect all creation,

while her long blade sings softly, chanting of death.

Bearing a fleeting dream, she journeys through countless worlds.

She is an oni slayer, an oni, the Shadow Emperor of a decaying empire, and an assassin who raises the banner of revolution. She is the primordial spirit, and the one who slays it.

Along the way, some call her a king, while others curse her as a witch.

None of it matters. In the depths of her pupils, the ice-blue blossoms remain as brilliant as ever.