Mivana's consciousness blurred. Overcome by extreme fury, the Lady Knight lost her sanity. Her bloodline was calling out, evoking a single, undeniable concept.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
'Numb and ignorant, cunning and treacherous rabble...'
'The disloyal and the unjust deserve to die!'
The Silver Sword was unsheathed. Under the control of the [Cursed Source Blood], her vision turned into a sea of red. The outlines of all things blurred, leaving only the vibrant auras of living beings, luring the Cursed Blood to slaughter.
Her muscles moved on instinct, swinging the blade as she had thousands of times before.
'How fragile the bodies of mortals are before the blade of a Powerhouse.'
"Spare... spare us!"
"Run! Run!"
"She really is a Beastman! Die! Die!"
"The Knight Lord won't let you get away with this!"
