"So this is a Blood General, huh…"
A young man traced a gloved finger along Yuu's cheek, his touch lingering with unsettling fascination.
"What fine craftsmanship," he murmured.
With a slow, deliberate turn, he strode toward the throne and sank into it with a flourish-lounging like a serpent basking in power.
His eyes gleamed with mockery as they flicked to the side.
"How's my beloved youngest sister doing?" he asked, every word dripping with venomous charm.
Princess Soho sat chained to a cold iron pillar, her once-regal robes reduced to tatters, hair matted, her cultivation sealed. She looked up, her face defiant, despite the dirt and bruises.
She spat, the sound echoing through the throne room.
"You were already Crown Prince, Giyo. Next in line. You just couldn't wait, could you? You murdered our mother… our father… all our siblings. Have you no shame? No remorse? You're a monster!"
The young man didn't even flinch.
