THE TIME OF REVENGE II..
Bloods were splashed everywhere, the screams echoing inside his ears. The cries and plead of the cold lives begging for chances already vanished. The white walls of the elegant hallways were now covered in crimson. At the very end, there was a silhouette.
A silhouette full of despair and wrath. The sword held in his hands is sharp, like a mirror reflecting the anger in his eyes. His red, blazing, cold eyes pierced everyone.
He laughed.
He laughed hysterically, finding everyone dead on the ground. He swayed his sword when another palace guard tried to stop him. That guard ended up with his head thrown away into the pavilion.
"YUAN!!!!"
That raging voice stopped him but didn't get him distracted. Every now and then, he would swing his sword at whoever was approaching him. He can't be stopped.
He didn't want to stop either.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
