"I... I..." Mirael's voice came out as a strangled whisper.
Her entire body trembled violently. Knees buckled, legs refusing to support her weight. She caught herself against the wall, hands splayed flat against the cold stone.
The handsome man in front of her—the one she'd been ready to seduce moments ago—suddenly looked like something else entirely.
A demon.
His face hadn't changed. Same sharp features, same dark eyes. But now all she could see was death incarnate standing in human skin.
Behind her, the other surviving woman—Seraphine, with silver hair—tried to retreat. Her foot slid backward, but then her eyes fell on the corpses.
Three bodies. All Diamond Body cultivators. All dead within seconds.
One with a shattered spine. Another with her neck twisted backward. The third with a hole through her chest so clean you could see the altar behind her through the wound.
