I will kill everyone.

Xenovia was in the castle courtyard, feeling the cool morning breeze against her skin as she practiced her cultivation techniques.

She was in a deep state of concentration, her entire body immersed in energy, seeking the perfect balance between strength and control. The Emperor Stage of cultivation was her goal, and Xenovia, with her determination, had only reached the King Stage, with a skill few could match.

She had always been proud of her power, but at the same time, lately, she hadn't been feeling very confident with everything that had been happening, especially being forced to be the heir prince's fiancée. Her strength seemed... useless.

Still, something didn't feel right, or rather, it never had, and lately... the sense of alert began to settle slowly in her mind, an uncomfortable feeling, as if something was about to happen.

Xenovia interrupted her practice and looked around, but saw nothing unusual. The courtyard was empty, except for her.