Ingrid's interest faded as soon as the body hit the ground. A strange feeling enveloped her; perhaps she had changed a lot over time, or maybe she had already transformed into something different, but she never had time to reflect on it. She had gained strength and confidence, which made her feel more relaxed than usual, allowing thoughts to arise in her mind that she was not willing to consider before.
Ingrid's mental state surprised her a bit. She looked at the corpses on the ground, those she had cut and whose blood she had sucked, and honestly? She didn't feel the disgust she did the first time she killed someone, even though her victims deserved death a thousand times over.
She shook her head, her eyes fixed on one of the enemy leaders. Until now, it could be said that she was just warming up. If she wanted to test how strong she had become, she needed to face someone with the power of the Sixth Order.
