"I want you dead. Not even King Yama himself would dare keep you."
A cold, indifferent snort echoed, yet it seethed with absolute fury. With every word, killing intent surged, whipping up a black storm.
It swept across the world.
Blood-red wind blades swirled and intertwined, weaving themselves into a tall, imposing, crimson figure.
This was a young man with a sickly pale complexion. His features were sharp and well-defined, with a hint of androgynous grace.
A cascade of blood-red hair flowed down his back, stirring in the wind. It shimmered with a terrifying crimson light. Each strand seemed to glisten with pinpricks of light, as if droplets of Divine Blood from the Deities themselves had crystalized upon his hair.
His features were so refined they were almost unreal. His eyes glowed with an eerie, blood-red light, for he possessed double pupils.
Eerie and mysterious.
