Kuren's fingers trembled involuntarily. It had been a long time since his body had felt this excited.
The last time he felt this way was on the battlefield, which now seemed so distant.
He even felt he had almost forgotten this sensation…
But now, his blood was gradually accelerating within him. Just a little more stimulation, and it might boil.
That long-lost feeling had returned.
Once again, that feeling, which had once plunged him into endless pain, crept into his heart.
Back then, the damp, sticky, slightly warm touch had made his body unable to resist.
The taste of blood always made him yearn for it uncontrollably.
Bloodthirsty, obsessed with slaughter—in others' eyes, he was a demon back then.
A demon on the battlefield, a madman in life…
That was his past self, constantly struggling in pain…
Whenever he recalled those moments of struggling in pain, Kuren's hands couldn't help but tremble.
