Aiden dismissed the system notification with a thought. The timer counted down in the corner of his vision.
Three minutes.
Two minutes fifty seconds.
He rolled his shoulders, the joints popping audibly. Cracked his knuckles one by one and tilted his head left, then right, working out the stiffness.
And then he smiled.
It wasn't a normal smile. It was too wide, too sharp. The kind of expression that belonged on something that had forgotten what mercy looked like.
It was the same smile Azazel had worn when he'd torn Elder Feng into pieces.
'When did I start smiling like this?'
The thought flickered through Aiden's mind and disappeared just as quickly. He didn't care. Right now, with an army of monsters ahead and his cultivation singing through his veins, he felt raring to see some blood.
The system had said something about demonic energy influencing his personality, about increased enjoyment of violence.
Maybe it was right.
Maybe he was changing.
