“Of course, Yukari-sama. I understand now.”
“What is my purpose?” Reimu asked, her voice hollow as an empty gohei.
Reimu nodded. A serene, broken smile touched her lips. She turned toward the village, pulling out a purification rod—but its talisman now glowed a deep, rotten violet.
“You see, Hakurei,” Yukari murmured, stepping from a gap beside her, “your ‘balance’ has always been a cage. You protect a world that fears you.”