Fourteen

   Nishihara stood, determined to expel the spectrum of the body of Tsubasa. Surely he would die after such cut-out, but the sovereign could have a moment of peace and return to Seika sometime. The seconds were counted for the spectrum to take control of the young man's body. Determination. Guilt. Hope. All of this was accumulated inside the green-eyed girl, who would now be attached to the body of the priestess.
   Shiraname put yourself standing next to the girl, waving the black espadda, taking care that the spectra summoned by the prince should not harm the girl. Sesshoumaru took care of some of the spectra, which wanted to attack young people somehow. Tsubasa escaped in battle.
- Go! We take care of them!
- No! Nishihara, we'll chase him then just go to the second floor. - Shiraname opposed.
- Idiot! They will chase her if she stay here! - Sesshoumaru rebuked the guardian.
- We are working together for what? Our task is to protect it, right? Tsubasa is dangerous, if she is alone, she will die.
- You are right. She will die, but if you stay here, he burned the castle, asshole! Nishihara, go, soon will join you.

   Sesshoumaru was right. The castle was in flames. But it was not a common flame, a flame was black, which devoured all that was before her voraciously, carrying a dense smoke and deadly. Nishihara followed the subtle traces of Tsubasa by Elysian, leaving behind the Guardian in which he loved and her father. Shiraname saw her leave, feeling a great chest tightness, because he knew without a doubt that the girl was dead. The gentle Tsubasa would not be there to stop the fury of the spectrum, which gained strength. The Guardian felt even more dislike of the youkai and the way he treated the girl, exposing her to mortal danger and imminent.