At the Mu family residence, the courtyard was calm. Kyrian breathed deeply, sitting cross-legged.
He was absorbing the energy of yet another spirit stone. The flow of Qi passed through his eyes, being refined and slowly expanding his dantian with steady consistency.
Everything seemed normal until a low sound made him stop.
It was the scrape of claws on the ground.
Kyrian turned his head toward the corner of the room. Two eyes shone in the darkness.
But they were not ordinary eyes. Both pupils were gray, while the irises… were crossed. Like two feline slits, two cuts meeting at the center.
One vertical, the other horizontal. Forming a cross. Their glow was cold, filled with pure hostility.
The fox had finally awakened.
Its small body, covered in white fur that reflected the moonlight, seemed ordinary at first glance.
But what leaked from it was different. It was not the same darkness that once dominated it in the forest. It was only hatred. Pure, raw, direct.
