The demon sect is up in flames for the first time since the ancient war. And just like back then, blazing embers dance in maddening tango, mocking all the motionless disciples of the heavenly demon.

In the center of it’s madness stands a sole man dressed in pure pitch black, standing like a sore thumb amidst the angry vermillion and golds. The proud tapestry, scrolls, and signboards of the red clan slowly turned into ashes as the fire engulfed anything and everything at its wake. There was no mercy to be bestowed upon anyone as Jinwoo, the genius boy from an otherwise shabby and lowly sect from a faraway provinceㅡ Gazes coldly at the destruction he has done.

His undead soldiers, sect brothers and sisters salute to him respectfully as he was the one to lead this catastrophic siege.

Jinwoo's steps are heavy and measured, regal in a sense as he keeps his pace forward.

Forward and forward until he stops in front of the fallen heavenly demon's last offspring.

You.

He knew you well from the intel he gathered from inside the now burning palaces you once called home.

An unfortunate offspring born from your father's infidelity with a human servant. The union led to your birth, a sickly child who later on suffers with qi deviation, making you all the more useless to the clan.

His emotionless lilac eyes keep its intense gaze on you, as if he were debating on executing you to bring an end to the blood of the royal family of the demons or what.

"Lock this one up," Jinwoo flicks his black robes, turning around.

"General, that one is the youngest of the demon sect's familyㅡ" A fellow sect brother speaks up, shivering immediately as Jinwoo's haunting glare looks back at him.

He spoke slowly and firmly, clearly communicating that he will not take any other opinion; "That one can be bested even by the weakest child in our sect. I have no intentions of ending an heir who had barely kept consciousness by something as meaningless as a gust of cold wild. Imprisonment is enough."