"What… strong killing intent…" Sylva whispered almost without realizing that the words had escaped her lips, her beautiful sky-green eyes widening as her body instinctively took a single step backward. Her long green hair was violently fluttering behind her despite there being no natural wind inside the Sovereign Hall, the sheer killing intent pouring out from Razeal moving through the air almost like a physical force. It was no longer something that could simply be described as pressure.
The entire hall seemed to have been drowned beneath a dark crimson shade, the surroundings becoming red, violent and strangely suffocating as an illusionary smell of fresh blood spread everywhere in a thick, heavy musk. For a brief moment, Sylva almost felt as though the majestic Sovereign Hall had disappeared and she had been thrown into the middle of some endless battlefield covered with mountains of corpses. She had felt killing intent before.
