At last, she had arrived...
Though her will had been sealed away, her deep obsession still drove Zitan, controlled by the evil aura, down the path she had chosen.
When the warriors and soldiers pursuing her raised their blades and lunged at her with wild laughter, Zitan clearly saw the family crest engraved on their swords: Maru no Hanabishi, their lord's crest! It was also the only crest the villagers knew! Even though the warriors had concealed the crests on the backs of their clothes, those engraved on their sword hilts and scabbards exposed them as they swung their weapons.
The lord they had always respected and loved had actually ordered their slaughter. That was the truth Zitan could least accept, her deepest obsession, keeping her thirst for revenge alive even after she lost herself. The deeper the villagers' devotion had been, the deeper her desire for vengeance became when she learned the truth!
At the bustling city gate, everyone entering or leaving instinctively moved aside for the figure slowly approaching, opening a path through the crowd. Yet she seemed not to notice, continuing forward with her head lowered, the longsword in her hand dragging a long, deep furrow through the ground. A faint evil aura radiated from her. Ordinary people could not see it, but it still sent chills down their spines.
"Hey, who are you?" a soldier guarding the gate asked, his voice trembling.
She did not answer. Her head remained bowed, her long black hair hanging over her eyes and obscuring her face as she slowly walked into the city. The malice radiating from her alone terrified the soldier.
"Hey, stop!" the soldier shouted, mustering his courage. He drew the sword at his waist and pointed it at the insolent intruder with a trembling hand.
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