In the vast and silent darkness of the grand hall, only a single blood pool emanates a faint glow, shedding an insignificant ray of light into the gloomy surroundings.
"Master, do you hate me?"
Within the blood pool, a sword spirit trembles lightly. The once serene pool is disturbed, casting ripples on its surface. Above this sword spirit, a half-demon maiden stands barefoot, stepping on thin air. She gazes at the profound darkness of the hall with a bewildered expression, lost in self-questioning contemplation.
"What did I do wrong?"
Despite being born less than a day ago, the sword spirit is highly sentient. However, she lacks worldly experience. Her birth was unique, and she had no lineage to inherit. The master who created her only spared her a glance and then left, not taking her with him.
