Lu Jia looked up at the sky, snowflakes landing on her cheeks and slowly melting.
The mockery and ridicule she had once endured in the Lower City District echoed in her ears, like voices from behind a curtain, emerging from the surrounding darkness.
Swine, trash, lowlife...
It all felt so real in her mind.
She had longed for a warm home, for the care of her parents, for a soft bed and delicious food...
But now.
She was no longer the girl who rummaged through the garbage heaps of the Lower City District for food.
Though suffering had been her constant companion, she had never yielded.
Because she was the daughter of the Emperor.
Exhaling a long breath, Lu Jia looked toward the woman in the distance, her conviction firm and unwavering. "You who hide in the shadows, put away your tricks and illusions, Demon!"
As her voice fell.
