The cold sea breeze blew over.
Soran stood on the roof of the village and watched the sea in the distance. His face did not change, as though he was wearing a mask. Only observant people would notice that Soran's fingers were trembling slightly while his index finger rubbed gently against the blade. He had a heavy smell of blood and a rather strong killing intent.
Soran was somewhat not able to control his killing intent!
He had been killing too many people these days; from Arrendell to Snake Island, Soran had killed many.
The killings had spawned violence in his heart, which was a kind of will confrontation.
"Chi, Chi, Chi!"
