''Xueyao, Xueyao, Xueyao. Are you still resisting me?''
The enigma stood tall before the trembling immortal on her knees and in grave pain as her life was being sucked away mercilessly by the enigma's magic. It drew spiritual essence from her immortal bones and one by one added immense pressure on all her meridians and spiritual vessels.
Blood-like tears trickled down nonstop from Xueyao's quivering lips as she refused to give in to being a host for mass destruction.
It was true that she wasn't born or groomed to be heroic and just wanted to save the world because her companion's life depended on it, still, she would hate for it that her last days as an immortal would be recorded as a bloodthirsty monster who ran mad just weeks before her tribulations.
There was no one to know or testify that she had been taken over by a demonic pest disguising as a deceased fiend.
