Compulsion

"Fuck!" 

I cursed, as I stopped my sword from cutting his heart. It was an inch away from it, but as this killing intent filled my heart, it moved.

I was barely able to stop it and even now, struggling hard to take out that out my sword from his heart.

This killing intent is really too powerful, that it controlled me despite all the soul defenses and my clones, which act like a rational shield.

In my whole life, I have never felt the killing intent so high. I had not even felt a tenth of all the enemies I had faced. 

Thank God, I had comprehended the rule of killing and Mortality through it. I am very intimate with such a feeling, that I was able to stop myself from killing him. 

If there had been anyone else in my place, they would have done the deed already.

Still, it did not make me feel good, as I am having difficulty taking out my sword from his chest.