The Black Demon Sect, within the towering, shadow-clad halls of the Black Demon Hall, was enveloped in oppressive silence.
At the center of that darkness, Kara opened her eyes. A wave of demonic energy surged briefly around her before being drawn back into her body like a retreating tide.
Power crackled faintly over her skin as the air itself bowed to her will. She rose gracefully from her throne, stepping barefoot onto the dark red carpet that stretched toward the engraved obsidian doors.
"A year ago, I passed the seventh Mahayana Tribulation and stepped into the seventh-turn Mahayana realm," she murmured, her voice a quiet storm that filled the vast chamber.
"Now my cultivation has completely stabilized."
Her slender hand brushed past a golden incense burner, and faint trails of violet smoke curled around her face like living mist.
"Lyralei… if you haven't yet reached the seventh turn, then your Azure Origin Dao Sect's days of splendor are already numbered."
