Shangri La: The Darkness' Reign and Holy Gems Hard Rock Type Beat
The air in the room was stale, smelling of mothballs and old cedar, but the moment the heavy wooden door creaked open, the scent changed. It wasn’t the smell of winter coats or dusty shoes. It was the scent of eternal peach blossoms and mountain air—a terrifyingly perfect sweetness. We weren't in the shrine anymore. We were standing on the precipice of a golden reality. The Wardrobe to Nowhere "Shangri-La," Yusuke muttered, leaning against the doorframe of the antique wardrobe we had just stepped through. "Adventure awaits, huh? Looks more like a retirement home for gods." It was a trap. I knew it the moment I saw him standing there. Inuyasha stood in the center of a floating pavilion, bathed in a moonlight that shouldn't exist at noon. Standing opposite him was Kaguya, the Princess of the Moon, looking as ethereal and deadly as shattered glass. She held a mirrored chalice out to him, offering him the one thing he always claimed he wanted: a place...