[X] Embrace the fire.
As that awful giant takes a looming step across the battlefield, you know there is no longer a choice left for you. This monster will run rampant across the battlefield, will tear through Kaagi no Tamashii and into the rest of the Empire before it can be stopped. Perhaps Asako Akio and the other Shugenja will be able to slow its advance, but with all the power they have unleashed today you're not certain they have much energy left.
The fire hurt you so badly when you used it before, left you gasping on your knees as Shasa walked off to her death to save your life. You know, instinctively, that it is a holy power. Yet that does not mean it was ever something meant for mortals to hold. Fire purifies, but in its scourging it leaves naught but ash behind. Ash… or perhaps steel.
Even that sentiment is but a cold comfort, however. In many ways the fire encapsulates what you have feared, deep in your heart, about all the strangeness that has consumed your life. You have never wanted to be special. All you have wished to do was serve your Clan as best you can, to live honorably doing your duty. Isn't that all any Samurai should strive for?
To hold visions of the future, to see spirits in your dreams and to wield mighty flames… You had no desire for this. Glory and power is not something you have felt any great need to attain. Despite this, both keep encroaching on your life when all you have done is what anyone would have. You want nothing but to serve faithfully. Surely that cannot be worthy of any special attention.
What I want doesn't matter, you think to yourself, the faintest hint of bitterness making itself known in your heart. There is only duty, and my duty is to stop this monster or die trying.
Holding back during such a dire time as this would be shameful. You have the possibility of shifting the tide, and because you can means that you have to. There is no other way to live with honor, by Bushido, that you can see.
You reach out in your mind for the fire, grasping it and holding it close…
There is an immediate pulse in your mind, and warmth fills you. The cold of the north, and the unnatural chill of the darkness, fades away in an instant. As your thoughts become murky, overtaken by the power flowing through your limbs, you feel it is like the sun at the peak of summer, bearing down with relentless strength that cannot be denied by even the greatest of powers.
Light bursts from your flesh, sending the shadows back as if burned. Following the light comes the fire, hungry tongues of flame licking away at your form to greedily consume the murk. You sit within a bubble of illumination and stability, surrounded by darkness and chaos. And you know, within the pressure that even now wraps around your mind, that this is right. This is how the world should be, not this corruption that imposes itself upon it.
You grit your teeth as you look around, seeing the oppressive gloom that has covered this mortal world as your anger rises. Your muted fury reaches its peak once you see the giant shape of Nothing that has begun to march south. Breath comes out harshly through your nose, and your flames rise even higher in response to your rage.
Once more foul abomination intrudes on where mortals should be able to live in harmony with the Celestial Order. Within your clouded thoughts you know it should be no surprise, but even so the sheer audacity of this filth shocks you. Again and again they are repulsed, and again and again they come to steal that which is not and never will be theirs. It is almost worthy of your laughter if it did not fuel the fires of your hatred.
"Yes! We knew it! We knew you had returned, remnant of the fallen sun!" the creature you vaguely recall as Nisshoku cries. "We see you now for what you are, man who rose, fell, and then rose again even higher!"
You ignore the voice as you step forward, holding a battered tetsubo in your hands. The weapon has seen much use, and your masterfully perceptive eyes spot small cracks covering its form. But within your presence light pours from those fractures as if from a lantern. Worn though it may be, it is a serviceable enough tool for the work ahead.
"We see you now, and there will be no more hiding!" Nisshoku continues with laughter in his voice. But there is another, deeper laughter behind his own, from a being far more vast as his words begin to fade away. "We see you, HIDA YAKAMO!"
[] Kill the giant Shadowspawn.
[] Break the darkness suffusing the area.
[] Write in.