Hatred took root in Ryu's heart. It was so oppressive that even with Breath of Life, he found it difficult to even breathe. If it wasn't for a subtle spring breeze that hung around his Spiritual Sea, he might have truly become a Demon in that very moment.
He had never felt so much rage in his life. It was one matter for logic to dictate that it was unlikely that his entire family would have survived this ordeal, but for it to be placed before him as a fact rather than a deduction he could ignore in favor of a vain hope… Quite simply, it hurt.
It was tearing pain that felt like thousands of needles tearing into his heart, slicing apart his vessels and laying his flesh bare for the scavengers of the Martial World to peck and eat at. He wanted everything and anything to crumble, for nothing at all to exist any longer.
It was a fury he couldn't even speak into words, a kind of fury that caused even the world itself to overturn.