Taken Into Grasp
*Pui!~*
Blood sprang like an arrow, splashing unto the surface, painting it crimson.
A man knelt before the puddle of blood, his expression calm and composed. He was robeless, practically naked, except for his underwear. His body was festered with wounds, and it was not just any wounds as there was an azure aura seeping around, appearing as though it was creeping poison that appeared lively, seemingly tracing like a centipede slithering over the wounds.
There were four people surrounding this man, possessing a whip in their grasp. Each of them possessed barbs that seemed likely to have made the wounds on that man. It could be seen that these whips were laced with that poison.
"Great Ancestor, why are you making us do this? Just act like how we want our Fire Phoenix Clan to flourish, and we descendants will see to it that you're treated like an Emperor."