In the tranquil mountain forest, by the placid waters of the pond.
Clutching the black shears, he plunged them into the body of the old crone, who stood like a frozen sculpture; the young prince seemed to be venting his fear and anger.
However, when the peak of his emotions had passed and he looked at the dark gold blood seeping from the ancient deity's body, Paris's reason gradually returned to him.
The golden blood, that was the color of Divine Blood, borne of the Divine King's lineage, confirming this result.
Offspring of a Deity or a Deity itself.
The reason it couldn't be confirmed was the grey matter mixed into the blood.
The prince didn't know what kind of backlash fate held, but his instincts told him this was nothing good.
"Mr. Paris, it seems that what you saw in the pond was not very pleasant."
"But you needn't worry, whatever you saw was just one possible direction for the future."
