The snake was on the floor, staring at him before flicking its tongue at Masamune and slithering up to him. It wrapped itself around his arm, then bit into him. The teeth didn’t hurt, instead, images flashed in his head; a sorcerer with white hair and a cursed weapon, Megohime’s tiger Shikigami engaging the man with white hair, and an unfamiliar Shikigami with its teeth latched into her arm. There were no words in her message, only those three images, snippets of memories. The snake released Masamune and immediately turned to ash, engulfed in blue flames. That was the end of her message.