Circle of Sealing Shot

The veil between worlds is thin tonight. A revolver etched with sealing runes, bullets orbiting in a defensive ring. Hold to keep them close, a barrier against the yokai's ghostfire. Release, and they fly outward, tearing through the spirits in a spiraling volley. Each exorcised fiend adds a mark to the tally. Once loosed, the circle stands empty until the bullets reform. The flames press harder with every seal broken. The exorcist stands firm, counting each shot before the dark swallows this ground.