Eighteen

- My issue is not with you, youkai. Get out of my way.
- What you have to deal with my daughter is my affair yes and also for those who will soon die, you should not worry about who will fight against.

   The youkai looked at the girl. She had her eyes closed and umidecidos tears, recalling the Shiraname. When I was experiencing the sweetest memory arises in her mind the image of the black guardian the last conversation she had with the gentle Tsubasa. "He, like me, is host to a spectrum evil one." "It is this spectrum that cursed the young keeper.". That's what he said. If this was indeed true, then Shiraname certainly be dead and the body turned into ashes.
  Damon was leaving Tsubasa cheerful with the battle, since both had the same strength. She opened her eyes and saw what her father was doing to her. It was not fair. That should fit just priestess and no one else. Nishihara could not allow the youkai end up dead because of her. Gathering the last remaining forces within it, Nishihara stood up to her father and asked him to stay away and leave the rest up to her.
- You decided to advance his brush with death, my dear. Glad to know that.
- Buster. You will pay for what you did to Shiraname.
- So you already know the spectrum that I put in it, is not it? See you in anger makes it even more interesting. Will fight without weapons? I do see that you are in a hurry to join her precious Shiraname.

   She did not answer. Just closed his eyes and concentrated, channeling her spirit with Seika, reaching the apex of her spiritual power. A strong light emerald lit the temple, touching on Tsubasa, he burns his skin, making something cold gray came out from inside the boy's body. Gradually, the entire spectrum was separated from the boy's body. It was a powerful shade, although not as the other. The body of the real Tsubasa fell, empty and inert, then disappears.
   Filled with rage, the spectrum, which could no longer control any weapon, was helpless, tried to attack the girl. The soul of Seika was leading him to Tartarus, where souls were more dangerous, ensuring that they do not come back to life in any way.