Crimson Dawn
The first rays of the rising sun cast a crimson glow over the city, painting the skyline in hues of blood and fire. It was a fitting backdrop for the events that had transpired in the heart of the Xiao family compound, where Feng Ruoxi had left a trail of carnage and devastation in her wake.
As she navigated the winding streets, her steps steady and purposeful, a strange sense of calm washed over her. The adrenaline that had fueled her rampage had begun to ebb, leaving her with a sense of grim satisfaction – a knowledge that she had delivered a brutal reckoning upon those who had dared to threaten her loved ones.
Yet, as she drew nearer to the opulent Jiang villa, a growing sense of unease began to creep into the corners of her mind. It was then that she became aware of the warm, sticky sensation seeping through the fabric of her shirt, the unmistakable coppery scent of blood filling her nostrils.