Underground cave, shrouded in frost mist.
Yan Shuangzi knelt on the ground, holding the Owl Knife in her hand, assisting the upgrade of the Divine Weapon.
She was already in sync with the Owl Knife, embarking together on a path of enlightenment: The cruelty of means was merely in service of the goal.
What is the goal?
Release anger, resolve hatred, make the enemy pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
How to achieve it?
Make the enemy suffer unbearably!
More painful, even more painful...
Ruthless,
Make oneself sharper, the damage more substantial.
Hatred,
Amplify the enemy's perception of pain, weaken their ability to endure harm.
Even the slightest sword trace must induce the most intense pain in the target...
Yan Shuangzi silently gripped the Owl Knife, her mind filled with images of her recent revenge.
"Buzz!!"
The Owl Knife loved its master dearly.
