Once Upon the Dissociated Rapier

Mission Report: September 13th of the year 2022, in an eerie desolate Tuesday midnight.

About the third year of a deadly pandemic, and a severe conditional wartime between our destructive twain of interdimensional races. I've shared what I experienced beforehand, all leading to the moment where Kyoto's miniature Higanbana House would be bombarded on all flanks─now. Above and below, left and right: intense influx of Spirits hurled from the airspace towards the fanciful gate upfront the excruciatingly foreign monument.

Felled into ruins, the foundation and the walls.

Crumbling into smithereens, the smithed stones to the fortified sand they brought all the way from the Magic Side. I've exacted suspicion. His house was too comfortable to be a replica. I could sleep in the stone pavement outside any time, and feel no irritation in the slightest: I'd drown in utter luxury and forget about what invasion continues in the background.

I hate how such an issue exists.