The death of the betrayer was surprisingly futile.
Even though Yuren’s blood was soaking my entire body, I was out of my mind. My blurry vision flickered along with my eyelids, and before I knew it, my body was rolling on the floor.
My breath was ragged. It felt like I would lose consciousness at any moment.
It was because I had lost too much blood.
But I still had things left to do.
While letting out a deep groan, I crawled forward and staggered to my feet. A silver glow resided in the hand axe held in my hand.
Only then was I certain.
My aura had become stronger. It had shown signs not long ago, and perhaps it had finally completed its blooming(？花）.
It was a sensation of swimming through a separate world alone.
When I opened my eyes again and faced Yuren, my world began to decelerate. By the end, even the scattering sparks and blood seemed frozen in place.
And in that time, my five senses became even clearer.
The killing intent and intuition rang through my brain with a tingling sensation. Countless virtual trajectories and threads of space revealed themselves…