[Miyabi giggled at Luke's reaction, and waited a moment for him to either tell her to stop, explain, or whatever. When she sees he's still interested in hearing the end, she goes on, turning the page and painting again. This time, the page shows Orochi's eight heads held high, with Nagi above them, the sword held high over his head.]

Guided by his sword, Nagi, who had been taking shelter in the shadows, stood proudly to face his adversary. Channeling all his strength into his scarred and battered arms, he leapt ferociously toward Orochi, his sword poised high. The golden sword danced in his hands like a puppet on a string. One by one, Orochi's fearsome heads separated from their owner.

[She turns the page, and draws - a scene of Nagi, Shiranui, and Orochi's severed heads around them. However, Shiranui was laying on her side, looking forlorn and weak...] Orochi's body collapsed in a lake of its own blood. In that instant, the curse that plagued the villagers was lifted. As the battle subsided, the sun shone once again in the sky. [Miyabi paused, and closed her eyes, smile fading.]

Shiranui had succumbed to Orochi's poison and struggled to breathe. Nagi scooped the beast into his arms and returned to Kamiki.