The next day.
Seated cross-legged on the bed, the young man slowly opened his eyes.
In his pitch-black pupils, something seemed to be surging, looking like a Serpent twisting its body, continuously rolling over itself.
Hiding in the small thatched hut built for him by his senior sister, this was still the first time he had seen the Serpent lying dormant within him so excited. Despite not daring to get close, he could still feel a kind of elation rising from deep within his heart.
The remnant soul of Demon Night True Monarch quite likes this flavor.
He took a deep breath.
He was somewhat surprised by his sister's departure, but he wasn't too startled; he knew that his sister often ventured out to execute high-risk tasks, understanding the principle that with greater power comes greater responsibility.