A blush slid from Morwen's slender neck, spreading uncontrollably onto her pale cheeks.
Her fingers tangled into her own hair as if trying to tear the heat out of her skull. Her breathing grew ragged, uneven, each breath hotter than the last. Something ancient and savage stirred within her blood—an impulse born not of thought, but of flesh itself.
From her dantian, it surged upward like a flood, crashing straight into the Palace of consciousness.
Kara sensed it instantly.
Her eyes snapped open as she placed her palm atop Morwen's head. The moment her demonic energy probed inward, her expression turned frighteningly ugly.
The disciple's body was not merely overheated—it was inflamed.
"The flesh burns with desire," Kara muttered hoarsely.
"Yet there is also the effect of a strong tonic… This should be the lowest tier of lust elixir. So crude. So obvious."
Her voice faltered.
"Then why…" Her pupils contracted.
