Disclaimer: 18+ Only. The following content contains violence and SA.
Author's Note: This chapter might be very dark for some. I kept it as vague as possible so I hope it isn't too much.
You have been warned!
Blood.
He had seen it countless times.
However, it was never his.
The pools of red he had witnessed throughout his life had always belonged to someone else.
He had been responsible for them, certainly.
Did he kill them?
No.
His power never made anyone bleed. It made them struggle to breathe. Gasp for air as though none remained around them.
The times he had seen those red ponds were in the Temple. He simply remained hidden behind the large white pillars of the Temple, watching Ilyan's training—that was what the High Priests called it.
Training.
Ilyan used to complain about it all the time. Eventually, it stirred Ren's curiosity.
What do they even make him do that he hates training so much?
The omega regretted satisfying that curiosity almost instantly.
