And so, the white-haired young man would rest for a moment. Kou shuffled himself about until his back pressed against the wall next to where Tamamo stood. It didn't seem like his heart would stop racing soon at all, but that was fine and... likely related to another matter entirely. After all, that strange sensation within him had yet to go anywhere. That could be worried about later; now was the time to recover from recent events, and enjoy the afterglow for what it was worth. His eyes shifted to observe the Kitsune's movements. Her hand was virtually painted white, and he wondered what would become of that. Ah, it seemed magic was the answer. Seeing that, he blinked a few times before leaning his head against the wall. His imagination had, interestingly enough, taken a different route. Too much media, it seemed. "I wonder if the others will take long to meet in the middle."

As for some of those others, particularly Shuten and Ibaraki, they were at last stumbling upon the lair of spiders. There were several Youkai inhabiting this domain, but even though it may not have seemed to be most powerful, there was a small male with white hair. This particular figure boasted the eeriest aura, which radiated evenly throughout the entire forest atop Mt. Kurama when intruders were sensed by his subordinates. Did more pitiful Youkai have the audacity to invade his domain? They would learn, just as all the others who now hung from various spiderwebs did in their final moments.