Blood sprayed out in a glittering arc as Bakusaiga ripped free of the felled demon’s throat. A mangled, gurgling noise issued from the cleaved windpipe, armored claws rising in vain to seal it. Brilliant green and seething as the rancor in Sesshoumaru’s expression, the sword’s deadly poison corroded through youki and flesh alike, nullifying all

Drawing up at Kohaku’s side, Sango, Kirara, and Hikari appeared in the open doorway of Kagome’s room, their easy conversation ceasing at the sight of Sesshoumaru. From the cradle of the taijiya’s arms, two sets of doe-brown eyes peered inquisitively up at the demon lord. A double-blessing, Hikari had glowingly dubbed them—this pair of twin