The Rogues who were with her stifled a laugh, their shoulders shaking, but when Jane glared at them, they immediately went silent, straightening up like scolded kids. Jane smirked at me, her eyes narrowing as she unleashed her bloodlust, a heavy, oppressive aura that surrounded me, trying to crush my spirit. But I wasn't suffocated one bit—I also released my bloodlust, pushing back with my own, the air between us crackling with tension. We were just standing there, having our silent showdown, the Rogues watching like spectators, when I smirked back at her. "What? Are you just gonna stand there? You pussy."
Her smirk cracked, her face twisting in irritation as she activated her Gift, her weapons seeming to have grown larger since the last time I met her—swords elongating, edges glowing with dark energy. "Oh, Remillia, Remillia. Do you know how much I craved to personally cut your body piece by piece—"
