"Demon cultivators," junior brother hissed, noticing a symbol drawn in blood on the largest hut of the village. "They haven't been gone for long." He clenched his fist and looked at the sky. "Let's go, senior brother."
I looked down at the doll again. There was ash on half of the doll's face and its hair was burned off.
Remembering my own sister, I felt anger swell up in me.
Those f*ckers better be ready.
I may not know how to use my powers, but I'll f*cking screw them over anyway.