Chapter 38
Ashiro was a man who had witnessed too much in his life.
Things that would have broken others barely stirred him. To say nothing could move him was not an exaggeration. Fear had long since lost its grip on his heart.
But now… he was shaken to his core.
Not because he was afraid.
Because of what he was seeing.
The young demon he was about to kill was glowing with golden light.
Azura.
The unmistakable sign of a blessed soul.
Not cursed. Not corrupted. Blessed.
And that alone should have settled everything. Yet it didn't.
The healing was too fast.
Far too fast.
Even a blessed one should not heal like this. Not without awakening their essence. Not without forming a core. At this stage, such recovery was impossible.
That was the red alarm screaming in his mind.
This boy is a demon.
But another voice pushed back.
Azura comes in many forms. Many potentials. Who said the boy's blessing had nothing to do with healing?
Ashiro clenched his jaw.
Young demon…
