Pride in victory, pride in defeat, falling at the hands of her master, she felt no regret, nor any fear; by now, she simply yearned for death.
After all, she knew her master's methods all too well; as a practitioner of the Demonic Path, he was always cruel in his tactics.
Sometimes, death is a kind of release.
However...
Rustle rustle.
A gentle breeze blew past her, and she felt a familiar yet warm breath. Her brow furrowed slightly, unclear about what was happening, but she quickly assumed this must be a new trick from her master, meant to eradicate her Divine Soul on the spot.
And to completely strip away her Soulfire, sever her foundational principles, sever her bloodline, so as to continue cultivating the Divine Skill.
When her master saved them and imparted these Cultivation Techniques, it was for this purpose. She had seen through this long ago, understanding it all too well.
But, one breath, two breaths, three breaths...
