Chapter 38
Killing intent.
The will. The thought. The intention to kill another.
For Seolhwa, who had lived for many years as an assassin, it was the most natural instinct in the world.
You kill the enemy. Then you survive.
To survive, the only option she was ever given was death.
That was what the Blood Demon had taught her.
And that long period of instruction had become habit—had become instinct. It was now an inseparable part of Seolhwa herself.
That red aura.
As she fought Pawol, Seolhwa had vaguely sensed it—the moment her energy began turning red.
She had learned the Namgoong Clan’s cultivation art, but her energy could never be blue.
They said the color of one’s energy reflected a martial artist’s heart.
And she had never once longed for a blue sky. Knowing what the future held, she simply couldn’t.