In a dark cloud that wrapped around the area, what manifested within the confines of an old looking dojo that had recently been somewhat refurbished were the two who had interest in the goings on of the interior; TATARI and Grimm World Eater. TATARI, having summoned his friend to assist him in his totaly destruction of all that was sinful and evil before the eyes of TATARI, appeared with him in the location that would potentially be the home for him should he so desire it.
"There Is A Nomad Here Named 'Meharu.' She Is The Reincarnation Of A Sinful Being Rightly Named 'Chusin.' The Filth Still Plagues This Land And Has Settled In This House."
The dojo was relatively large and vacuous, but relatively simple and regular in design. There was nothing special nor definitive about it except that it was an old, wooden dojo that was recently refurbished.
"Take Whatever You Want From Inside -- Including The Life Of Meharu -- Then Burn Down The House."
After this, its ashes would be either scattered in the wind or upon them the new house -- in whatever image Grimm World Eater decided upon -- would be erected for his habitation.
"Certainly, I Will Assist You, For We Are Brethren In Arms." Tatari extended his own fiery hand and from it, a white hot sphere like that of a condensed sun appeared in the palm of his hand like a basketball. The sound of moaning, wailing souls cried out from their imprisonment in this burning light. They both fueled it and sustained it with their perpetual wailing and moaning via their eternal souls being cycled slowly and consistently -- broken down like the digestion of the stomach. "The More Souls Of The Evil I Collect, The More Fuel I Have To Destroy More Of Them."
