[The sword plunges deep into the ayakashi in an explosion of sickly purple goo, and, as it wails and the Dust Storm whirls, a brighter light gathers and bursts from the wound--
-- through the wounded, wallowing ayakashi itself, blowing its entire body apart into fragments and splatters that paint themselves across the street, the walls of the nearby houses, and every god and shinki nearby. Where the bits touch flesh, they leave stripes and blotches of blight, but they begin to wisp into nothing almost at once. No stains remain behind: only blight shadows on skin.
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-- through the wounded, wallowing ayakashi itself, blowing its entire body apart into fragments and splatters that paint themselves across the street, the walls of the nearby houses, and every god and shinki nearby. Where the bits touch flesh, they leave stripes and blotches of blight, but they begin to wisp into nothing almost at once. No stains remain behind: only blight shadows on skin.
It's gone.]