Sword Empress's POV
Whoosh.
The sword's energy swept through, tingling my wrist. What was that…? It began as my Huashan technique—speed and illusion. But Soyeon's destructive force embodied raw strength, like a wild beast unleashed. I'd never taught her that.
"What did you just do…?"
I couldn't see it, but I felt her sword's trace—overflowing energy surging outward.
Whoosh.
A cold night breeze brushed my skin through a collapsed wall. Soyeon's transformation might not threaten my life, but as her master, I couldn't ignore her change for unknown reasons.
"Ahh… So that's how you wield it…"
Her voice softened, tinged with realization. I tightened my grip, sensing something more coming. This was no longer just between us. If Soyeon lost control, everyone in the tavern could die.
"Soyeon, I believe you haven't cast aside your humanity. If we keep fighting, countless lives here are at risk—"
"Shut up. What do I care about those bastards?"
