When morning came around, the camp was filled with a stench of blood. This smell was very faint and only a few people could detect its presence. On the other hand, everyone could sense the change that had come over the camp.
The air was thicker and everything seemed to be infected by a darkness that had no qualms about reaching into the hearts of all those around it.
This darkness was coming from Zian Yi.
It was something that naturally came off his body and infected the thoughts and minds of the living, pulling them down into the darkness of sin and depravity.
Zian Yi could sense this evil aura of his but he could do nothing much with it except spread it out in his surroundings.
Still, it had played a very crucial role in his plans. Without it, Zian Yi would have had to fight an uphill battle if he wanted to create and immoral army that could march in his evil name, speeding death and sin wherever they went.