He stepped quietly into the dimly lit room, the shadows deepening as he moved closer to his father. Hex's voice echoed softly in his mind, a cautious whisper. "He's fast asleep. He won't hear anything apart from loud noises."
With a deep breath, Xiang Yu deactivated the invisibility setting, revealing his presence. His fingertips brushed against the backrest of the couch, where the imperial lord lay slumped, a picture of vulnerability. But beneath that exterior, a tempest brewed within Xiang Yu.
The air thickened with his murderous aura, a dark energy spilling out of him like smoke. He fought against the surge within, the demon blood coursing through his veins, urging him toward violence.
