The pungent smell of blood and corpses encased the entire palace an hour after the extermination order for Lucia. A symphony of screams graced the chambers as the special forces sent by the government dropped like flies one by one—a telltale sign of the impending doom that will soon befall on those who dared to attempt to assassinate the Sword Immortal and the Akatsubaki Syndicate.

The wooden doors to her personal domain opened as one of the soldiers’ cadavers accidentally activated the mechanism as their lifeless bodies grazed upon one of the levers.

Streaks of dark red adorned the once pristine mahogany woods of the chamber; it was as though Lucia was an artist who was painting on a blank canvas with her blade, a sight both divine and abhorrent. With each swing of her Odachi, a lingering trail of misery and chaos is left in its wake, extirpating the lives of those who were unfortunate enough to be caught by the hands of death herself.  

The violent sparks of Lucia’s kaleidoscopic lightnings were a complete juxtaposition to her graceful and ethereal movements.

A deafening silence encased her humble abode once more as the orchestra of agony came to an inevitable end.

Standing on top of a mountain of corpses, the Sword Immortal eyed you with those divine yet domineering heterochromatic orbs. Her ghostly, pale locks swayed as the winds washed over her entire being.

“I left one of the government’s dogs alive... huh?"

The abhor and disdain in her words were masked by her seemingly indifferent tone. Yet the killing intent that oozed from within Lucia betrayed her aloofness.

Lightning continued to crackle as Lucia held the handle of her Odachi firmly, preparing to strike the moment you tried to execute a move.

You were supposed to feel fear at this very moment. You were supposed to run away in desperation in order to preserve your life.

But why did you seem more intrigued than afraid of the woman who was about to end your very existence?