Lith pulled out her staff with trembling hands. A blue radiance suddenly spread across the room— sharp and piercing. That light revealed the face of the figure standing before her… and the moment the face became clear— Lith's eyes widened in fear. Her pupils trembled.
"You…!" Her voice went dry.
"You have reached the seventh stage…?
No… no… this is impossible!"
In front of her— Master Jins stood. There was steadiness in his eyes. A faint smile rested on his face— but it was not a smile of mercy; it was one of decisive power.
In a slow yet resonant voice, he said—
"You still haven't abandoned your filthy deeds, my dear. Killing in secret… is that what you call a noble act of a Yakshini?"
There was mockery in his tone— and along with it, such pressure… that it could bend even the soul.
In the corner of the room— Lily stood silently watching everything. Her eyes were calm, yet within them was deep understanding.
Jury had fixed her gaze upon Lily— as if she wanted to devour her. In her eyes burned jealousy and the poison of failure.
Then— Master Jins merely lifted one finger slightly.
And in the very next moment— an invisible, tremendous pressure filled the room.
Thud!
Both Jury and Lith's knees slammed against the ground. Their bodies bent as if an invisible mountain had crushed down upon them. Their knees scraped against the floor, every single hair on their bodies trembling. Lith's staff slipped from her hand and fell some distance away. The blue light quivered as it scattered across the floor. It all happened so fast that they could not even comprehend it.
The pressure kept increasing— bones began to creak. Veins tightened. Breathing became difficult.
They knew— facing a cultivator of the seventh stage… escaping with one's life was nearly impossible. Inside Jury, fear and rage boiled together. Her failed plan… her collapsing pride… everything was burning her from within. Lith struggled to lift her neck. There were no tears in her eyes— only fire.
"How can you do this to me? I loved you!"
Master Jins laughed.
A slow… but piercing laugh.
"Love?" he repeated.
"What kind of love is this?"
His eyes turned cold.
"Tell me… how many men have you slept with so far? How many have you drained of their spiritual energy and taken their lives?"
Silence engulfed the room.
Lith's lips trembled— but no words came out. She slowly lowered her head.
A few moments later— she suddenly screamed— "You were the one who started it! I had already forgotten everything…
But you were the one who killed him— you were the one who finished the host near Mehan Mountain during the battle!"
There was no love left in her voice now—
It was broken trust. It was anger.
And the burden of her own deeds. The room was no longer as calm as before. Power was clashing there. The accounts of the past were being repeated.
And a truth— one that would now only be silenced after devouring someone.
Master Jins laughed softly— it was a laugh filled with mockery, as if he had just heard the final argument of a criminal. "Oh… so now you will try to prove yourself innocent?" His eyes turned cold.
"You imprisoned your own sister. For money… for selfish gain… have you forgotten what all you did to her?
Was that not shameful?
Poor Liora… the pain she endured— was that not proof of your cruelty?"
The air in the room grew heavier.
For a brief moment, a shadow passed over Lith's face— but it immediately hardened again.
"Today… you must die."
Master Jins' voice was now decisive.
Strangely, at that moment— a faint smile appeared on the lips of both Jury and Lith.
As if they still had one final move left.
At the same time— there was a slight movement in the eyelids of Snehwal, who lay on the bed.
His eyes slowly began to open.
Meanwhile— the two Yakshinis, forced down on their knees, looked at each other.
And in the very next moment— a strange gleam awakened in their eyes.
It was hypnosis. The inherited, innate magic of the Yakshinis.
A seductive allure descended into their gaze—
An attraction capable of binding an ordinary mind.
An invisible wave spread through the atmosphere— one that could unsteady the mind and confuse consciousness.
For a brief instant— Master Jins' brows tightened. His gaze remained steady— yet a faint tremor stirred in the air. Then— he laughed. This time, more openly.
"I am a cultivator of the seventh stage— not some ant's child,"
he said with disdain.
"And you think that two Yakshinis— who now stand at the very lowest level of the sixth stage— can control me?
Would that not itself be shameful?"
His voice echoed through the chamber.
And in that very moment— his pressure intensified even further. Jury and Lith's smiles vanished. The seductive glow in their eyes began to fade.
They understood— today none of their tricks would work.
Today, their plan would not succeed—
Instead, they themselves would be the ones to melt away.
Meanwhile— Snehwal's eyes opened completely. He saw the scene before him— two Yakshinis pressed down on their knees.
Master Jins standing in the middle of the room.
And Lily standing in the corner.
For a moment— his face froze in shock. Then he jerked upright— and in the next instant, he stood up from the bed.
His heart was pounding rapidly.
He could not understand— was this a dream… or the most terrifying truth of his life unfolding before his eyes?
The room had now turned into a battlefield—
Where power, sin, a new awakening of justice, the birds of past love, and revenge— were about to collide in a single moment.