The dark and thick blood splattered across the porcelain.
His hand trembled as he gripped the counter.
Pain surged through his body like fire running through his veins.
His breathing grew shallow.
"What… what's happening?" he muttered.
His reflection started to distort.
The veins beneath his skin softened, and his facial features began to shift.
His body reshaped itself.
Within seconds, the man was gone.
In his place stood a woman.
Her hair flowed down in dark violet strands, her eyes glowed gold like polished amber, and her hourglass figure was graceful, yet trembling from weakness.
She coughed again, spitting more blood into the sink.
Her breaths were heavy and uneven.
Then the ring on her finger began to tremble.
It was no ordinary ring.
It was a carefully hidden spatial ring. Only the elders or clan leaders of major hidden clans possessed something like this.
Her pale hand shook as she activated it.
