So that's how it is, he suddenly realized.
He didn't want to let go of even the slightest value of being human.
Situ Yi intentionally didn't kill them; he wanted to keep them as puppets.
"——————"
The moment this thought appeared, the once-disintegrated ashes began to burn again.
Not sadness, not anger, not justice, not a miracle. Flames born solely of murderous intent and hatred ignited in the ashes, sweeping through his soul with unstoppable force. The fire flowing in his veins was as cold as solid ice, burning the boy's body from within. Black blood dripped from his seven orifices, and viscous, black murderous intent burned in the boy's eyes. Kill. Kill him. I want to kill him. I want to kill him.
[Kill] He heard the voice, as cold as his own, a scream triggered from the depths of enmity. [Kill with no mercy] Find a way, find his weakness. Memories were unearthed from his mind with near-destructive force, and his gaze naturally focused on the giant sword in the man's hand.
